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It has been two years since my parents died in a car crash coming back from holiday. My younger brother, Greg, went to live with our grandparents until my grandfather had a stroke. When my grandmother couldn’t take care of my brother, as well, he moved in with me. Things were going fine, with Greg attending the local Polytech, like me. I was earning a teacher’s degree, and Greg was studying carpentry.

Several months passed, and I noticed strange things happening around the house. It seemed that my underwear drawer was open all the time, so I went upstairs to ask Greg if he knew anything about it. When I knocked on Greg’s door, I heard frantic rustling for several long moments before he finally called, “Come in!”

“What’s going on in here?” I asked.

“Nothing,” he said too quickly, huddling beneath the covers as though naked. I had a fair idea what he had been doing, as I still do the same thing.

“Greg, do you know anything about my underwear drawer?” I asked him.

“No, I don’t,” he replied.

“Are you sure? Because it doesn’t open by itself,” I said.

“No, I don’t! Why would I go in there?”

“Ok,” I said, and I closed the door behind me.

The next day, I came home early. Unlocking the front door, I stepped inside and went upstairs. I was about to enter my bedroom when I stopped at the doorway, stunned that my brother was on my bed – wearing one of my black bras and a matching g-string bikini! I saw that he was reading a porno mag. His straining-hard cock was poking through the edge of my panties, and he was beginning to stroke it.

“What the fuck is going on here?” I yelled at him, storming into the room.

“Nothing,” he sputtered, trying to hide his now-shrinking cock.

“Doesn’t look like nothing! Where did you get this?” I snapped, picking up the porno mag and flicking through the pages. I got to a few that were stuck together and frowned. I didn’t speak but kept paging through the magazine.

“One of my mates brought it for me,” he mumbled.

“And why are you wearing my underwear?” I asked him.

“I like the feel of the lacy material on my bare skin,” he said in a tiny voice.

I put the dirty magazine in front of him and pointed at a picture of a naked woman with big breasts. “So, you like bare boobs?”

“Yes, err – yes!” he said in a raspy voice, distressed a bit by my choice of words.

“Have you ever seen bare boobs for real? Not in a picture?” I asked, still flicking through the pages of the magazine.

“No,” he answered. His regret and disappointment was written on his face and showed in his voice.

“Would you like to see some real bare boobs?” I asked him.

That question surprised him, but what surprised him even more was the sudden change in my voice. “If you want to see real boobs so badly, you can see mine,” I informed him.

That remark hit him with a mixture of shock, fear, and excitement. I wanted nothing more than to see my younger brother naked, and for him to see me the same way. Instinctively, his eyes drifted over my body. I look pretty for twenty-five. My skin is tanned, bayburt escort and I have blue eyes and beautiful, long, blonde hair. I was wearing a short white skirt and a tight, black, sleeveless shirt with a high neck line which made my medium-sized breasts look larger.

As Greg stared at me, I tossed the magazine aside and started to remove my shirt and pull it over my head. Then I paused and said teasingly, “Well, you do want to see my bare breasts, don’t you?”

“Y-yes,” Greg stammered. “Please.”

Without much waiting, I pulled my shirt over my head, revealing my lacey red bra. I thought that my bra was a size too small, since my breasts were hardly contained by the measly cups. The sight of his half-naked sister had an immediate effect on Greg, and I saw his dick starting to get hard again. He was a bit embarrassed by the fact that his own sister could provoke such a response, and he crossed his legs and tried to hide his erection. I just smiled.

“Greg, honey, it doesn’t matter,” I said. “It’s perfectly normal for a woman taking off her clothes to cause such a reaction in an eighteen-year-old boy.”

Still smiling, I pulled my bra straps over my shoulders, reached behind me, and unclasped the bra, then shrugged the straps down my shoulders one by one and dropped the bit of red lace to the floor. Greg could now see my firm, naked breasts. It must have been a most beautiful sight, for my little brother was staring in wonder at my lovely globes of flesh topped by nice-sized nipples.

“You may touch them, if you want to,” I told him.

I could see that he felt a bit ashamed, but apparently, I didn’t have any qualms about him touching my breasts. I moved closer to my bed and sat next to him. Carefully, he placed a hand on one of my tits. As soon as the soft flesh touched his hand, he let go of all his inhibitions and surrendered to his lust. Enthusiastically, he started to rub my breasts and massage my nipples. I was enjoying this, and as my breathing was quickening, he got the courage to bend his head down and lick my breasts. When he sucked on my nipples, they came fully erect almost instantly.

After he had been fanatically playing with my breasts for a while, I motioned for him to stop. He let go of my tits as a baby would if changing nipples and gave me a questioning look. I didn’t say anything, but I got up off the bed, untied my skirt, and pushed it down my legs. I did this slowly, as if I were trying to tease my audience. I turned to the side, imagining how a picture of such would look. I slowly and very carefully pushed my skirt down, sticking my ass out as the fabric slid over my full, round ass cheeks. I bent over so that I pushed my skirt all the way down to my ankles and stepped out of the pile of cloth slowly. I could see that Greg was now looking at me with the lusty eyes of a man trying to remember every inch of my smooth skin. All I was wearing now was a red pair of g-string knickers, and I sat back down on the bed next to him.

I looked at him and said, “Do you want to see everything?”

He bartın escort couldn’t utter a single word anymore; instead, he just nodded.

I lay back and I slid my hands down my curvaceous body to the top of my red g-string thong. They fit me perfectly, and the strings were nothing more than an eighth of an inch wide. The back came together in a small triangle that served to define the shape of my ass. I moved my thumbs between my strings and my hips and slowly pushed them down over my toned thighs, then wriggled then down over my bare feet. I threw my only remaining piece of clothing into the corner of my room and spread my legs wide, showing him my ripe pussy in all its glory.

“You are old enough to realize,” I said, softly but sternly, “that no one must ever know what’s happening here, right now – right?”

He nodded.

“Come on little brother, play with my pussy,” I said.

He couldn’t believe this was happening to him. He hesitated a little as he looked at his naked, incredibly hot sister, then dragged his body across the bed and lay next to me. I could feel my pussy was getting wet with aptipation. Greg began to plant soft kisses up each thigh. He then reached my moist pussy. He extended his tongue and it brushed against my swollen clit. I jerked with pleasure. Greg started licking the entire length of my slit, tasting my nectre with each lick.

“Oh, Greg. That’s fucking increible,” I said. It had been eight months since my last boyfriend, and having someone eating my pussy was sensation I had missed.

He continued licking me. With each lick, he stopped at my clit, giving it a little tickle with his tongue. After a dozen or so more licks, he rested his mouth on my pussy opening and began to dart his tongue in and out of my cunt, and his nose was now rubbing on my clit. It was driving me mad. I cupped his head in my hands and pulled him into my groin. My juices were really flowing now as I was now turned by this act my brother was giving me. His tongue was now rapidly darting in and out of pussy. After a few more minutes of this, it was too much for me to bear. My legs cramped up around his head, and my pussy erupted in an unbearbale orgasm.

He emerged from between my legs with cum over his chin.

“Where did you learn to perform oral sex like that?” I asked him.

“I read the stories in the porno magizines,” he said.

“Well, that was fucking incredible. Now come and lie down. I want to return the favour,” I told him

He did as he was told and lay down next to me on his back. I removed the lace panties he still had on and sat on my knees in front of him. Then I grabbed his raging hard-on and started to masturbate him softly.

“Nice?” I asked.

He could only moan in response. The feeling of his warm, stiff prick in my supple hand was so amazingly good. I smiled a satisfied smile and bent over his crotch. I closed my lips around the head of his cock and started to lick it carefully. He obviously had no idea what was happening to him. With my tongue, I licked some pre-cum from ığdır escort his dick, after which I took his prick completely in my mouth. I blew him, slurping, and the feeling this was causing him must have been awesome. It didn’t take Greg long to come, grunting. I felt him tense, but I kept his cock firmly in my mouth. He must have experienced an intense orgasm, and he unloaded an enormous amount of sperm. I tried to swallow it all, but the amount of semen that was flowing from my little brother’s testicles at that moment was so large that I couldn’t swallow everything. The excess sperm dripped from the corners of my mouth.

After a while, I let his shrinking cock glide out of my mouth and lay on top of him. The sensation of my tits against his chest and my belly against his dick was indescribably erotic. I smiled at him while large drops of his semen were trickling down my lips and chin, then I kissed him again and whispered in his ear, “Now that you have eaten me out and I have given you a blow job, I might as well teach you everything. Ready for your first time, kid?”

“Yes” he moaned, and his cock was already on the rise again, simply because I had put my sexy naked body on top of his. I rolled off Greg and lay on my back.

“Come on!” I said, “stick your prick in my pussy.”

Because of the language I was using, Greg was obviously getting hornier and hornier, if it was possible, and he climbed on top of me. I put my arms around him, pressed his body against mine, and easily guided his hard cock into my wet pussy. Prudently, he started to thrust. He still couldn’t believe this was happening to him, but the slurping sound made by my moist pussy with every thrust of his cock, and the banging sensation of his balls against my pussy, convinced him of the fact that he was truly fucking his sister.

When the realization hit, he could hardly control himself and started to thrust faster and faster, causing my tits to swing back and forth. I softly moaned while he was fucking me like a madman, and he put his head between my breasts. Ultimately, he couldn’t take any more.

“Yes” I moaned “Shoot it in my cunt! Shoot your cum into my cunt, little brother!”

My dirty language made him crazier with lust than he was already, and I felt his body shake. He groaned and came, squirting his young sperm deep inside my pussy. As soon as he had unloaded the last drop of semen from his balls, he let himself fall on top of me, completely exhausted. I still had my arms around him. I hugged him tightly, pressing my tits against his chest. I then gave him a wet kiss and looked at him in a way that was tender and horny at the same time.

“So,” I said, a mischievous twinkle in my eyes, “How was it?”

“Fucken unbelievable!” he said, as he looked into my eyes.

“Now doing it for real is better than looking at naked pictures in a magizine and doing it with your hand?” I asked him

“It’s brilliant,” he softly said. “Better than I had ever dared dream.”

“I quite enjoyed it myself. To tell you the turth, I was turned on by the sight of you wearing my underwear,” I said, smiling at at him. “From now on, you will sleep in my bed, and since you like wearing my underwear, I will give you some of mine to wear. Maybe I’ll even take you shopping for your own underwear.”

Greg just smiled at me as and he continued to hug me, and we stayed in bed together for the rest of the night, enjoying our new ound relationship…

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Ok with this story that I am writing about. I had a friend help me with this one. He gave me I ideas for this story. I hope you all like it.

Lara and Jenny are both 18 years old. They both go to the same high school which was Saint John High school. Lara is 5’9″ almost 6 feet, she has long brunette hair, a slender body with 38C breast and a shaven cunt all the time, and she has tan skin as well. Jenny is 5’5″ with her short black hair at her shoulders, a slender body with 36B breast also a shaved cunt as well with tan skin.

Lara and Jenny were taking Gym class at last hour and when it was over. Lara and Jenny would wait for the rest of the girls to leave the locker room. Lara and Jenny were the best of friends and they do everything together. Lara lean against the wall and looked up at the ceiling. Jenny looked at her. “Lara, what are you thinking about?” she asked Lara.

Lara looked at her. “Oh I was thinking about my ex boyfriend,” she said. Jenny rolled her eyes and took off her shorts and t shirt getting ready to take a shower. Lara’s gaze scrolled down from Jenny’s face to her ass. Lara loved how Jenny’s ass was curve in her panties. It was a sexy look for Jenny. Of Course, Lara has been having the hot for her best friend for a while and she’s never been with a girl before but she always wanted to try it.

Jenny looked at Lara. She giggled. “Oh look, I’m stripping for you, Lara,” She said. Lara smiled and took off her clothes, showing her naked body to Jenny. “Why don’t we take a shower together, Lara? No one is here but us.”

Lara nodded and smiled. “Sure, that could be fun, Jenny,” Lara said, as she walked into the showers and turned on one of the shower heads. Jenny got under the shower head first and Lara felt her breath leave her lungs as she stared at Jenny’s naked body under the water. Water was trickling down Jenny’s hair, over her shoulders, down her breast. Lara took a deep breath and went back to grab the shampoo and condition also the body soap.

Jenny looked at Lara and moved out from under the shower head. When Lara got her turn under the water, Jenny was staring at her breast and gulped. “Lara, you look so sexy under the water,” she said.

Lara grinned and looked at Jenny. “So did you. I mean the water trickling all over your body. I think you got me horny,” she said. Lara was horny like crazy; she’d hope that Jenny was too.

Jenny smiled. “Well, you’re making me horny at this moment being under that shower head. Although I’ve never had sex with a girl before,” she said as she looked at Lara.

Lara smiled and pulled Jenny closed to her body. “Neither have I but I’m willing to find out what it’s like, don’t you?” she asked. Jenny nodded. Lara covered her lips over Jenny’s. Lara slided her hands up to Jenny’s breast, cupping her breast, stroking bahçelievler escort her nipples. Jenny gasped and arched her back, pressing her breast hard into Lara’s hands. Lara pulled her lips from Jenny’s and leaned down her head, taking one of Jenny’s nipples into her mouth, suckling on her breast, flicking her tongue back and forth across her nipple as she strokes her other nipple, hearing Jenny moan softly.

Jenny cupped Lara’s head and runs her fingers through her hair. She licked her lips and moaned, “oh Lara, mmm.” Lara pulled her mouth away from her best friend’s breast, getting on her knees. Lara kissed down Jenny’s stomach and then covered her mouth on Jenny’s cunt, flick in her tongue inside, tasting the sweet essences of her best friend’s juice. Jenny arched her back and cried out with pleasure, breathing heavily that Lara made her want to collapse against the wall but she didn’t. She just stood there, running her fingers through Lara’s hair, moaning softly.

Lara pulled her mouth away and slided three fingers inside Jenny’s cunt. That did it just right too. Jenny tilted her head back and screamed as she felt her orgasm flow over Lara’s fingers as Lara continued to finger her. “Mmm, I guess being with a girl is pretty amazing,” she said. Jenny pulled Lara to her feet and got on her knees. Lara felt her legs shaking as Jenny spread her legs a little apart.

Jenny kissed the inside of Lara’s thigh going up to her cunt. She gave Lara’s cunt a little lick then kissed her other thigh. Lara closed her eyes and licked her lips. She ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair, pulled her head back. Lara leaned down and brushed her lips over Jenny’s.

Jenny smiled and knew that she was doing something right but giving Lara more pleasure and teasing in her play. Jenny rubbed Lara’s cunt with her finger and licked her cunt lips. Lara digs her fingers deeper inside Jenny’s hair, moaning and biting on her lower lip. She felt like she was going to die in the shower room because of the way Jenny teased Lara’s cunt. It was crazy and madness.

Jenny slided two fingers inside Lara’s cunt, sliding her fingers in and out of her cunt, she could hear Lara’s breath become quick and fast. It was unbelievable that this could affect Lara so quickly. She pulled her fingers out and sucked on them, tasting Lara’s juices. Then she put on her mouth on Lara’s cunt and sucking on her lips, nibbling them. Lara cried loudly that she was glad no one here but them two. Jenny flicked her tongue in and out of Lara’s cunt as Lara stroked Jenny’s breast making them both feel go at the same time. Jenny sucked harder and flicked her tongue in and out faster. Lara screamed as she came in Jenny’s mouth. Jenny swallowed Lara’s orgasm down her throat, feeling the heat bağcılar escort and sweet taste of her orgasm.

After taking a shower in the school’s locker room, Jenny thought that Lara should come over her house and have fun. Lara agreed to going to Jenny’s house. They played in Jenny’s bedroom with her vibrator and strip on. She didn’t think her father would be home for hours since he takes long with his paper work in his classroom. Yes, Jenny’s father, Jake, was a teacher at Jenny’s school.

He is 37 years old with black hair. His body muscular and fit for his age, he had tan skin and gray eyes that were like smoke. He is 6 ft and he has an 8 inch cock that was still good for great uses. So he pulled in the driveway about 6:30 pm. He saw his daughter’s bedroom light on from outside in his car. He knew that she’d be home. He got out of his car and walked into the house. He took off his coat and shoes. He put the case against the wall and started toward the kitchen.

When he heard moans and groan noise from downstairs, so he turned toward the stairs and climb up the stairs as he did, the noises got louder as he moved closer toward Jenny’s bedroom. He stopped dead center in Jenny’s door way to see his daughter and Lara touching, kissing, and fucking each other in Jenny’s bed.

Jake licked his lips as he stared at his daughter between Lara’s legs, eating out her cunt, flicking her tongue in and out. Lara had her eyes closed and ran her fingers through Jenny’s hair, moaning out Jenny’s name. He felt his prick grow hard and stiff in his pants. He couldn’t believe how his daughter and her friend turned him on when they are like this in her bed. He could see Jenny’s cunt dropping and wanted to taste his daughter’s juices so bad.

He stripped off his clothes and saw that Lara opened her eyes. She gave him a sweet smile and little wink. He climbed onto the bed slowly not to stop Jenny from eating out Lara’s cunt. He got between Jenny’s legs and slid his prick deep inside his daughter’s sweet wet tight cunt. He saw as Jenny pulled her head back and moaned loud. He put his hands on her hips and slid his prick in and out of her slowly.

Jenny opened her eyes and looked at Lara. “Who has their dick inside me, Lara?” she asked her best friend as she moaned a little as the thrust got harder.

Lara just smiled and looked at her. “You’re father is giving you nice fucking right now, Jenny” she said. Jenny laughed and moaned at that same time.

Jenny pulled away from her father and looked at him. “Well, Daddy, since you want to be part of the fun, you have to lie on your back,” she said to her father. He smiled and did what his daughter told him. Jenny slid her cunt down his prick and rode him hard as Lara had Jenny’s father’s head ümraniye escort between her legs.

He flicked his tongue in and out of Lara’s cunt as Jenny rode him hard and fast. He breathes heavily and sucked hard on her cunt. Lara arched her back and came in his mouth and he drank her orgasm. Jenny rode him harder and faster as he knew that he couldn’t hold it any longer. He screamed out his daughter’s name and put his hands on her hips, slamming her cunt hard down on his prick. He let his cum fill up his daughter’s cunt and he felt her orgasm as he did.

Lara looked at him and sat on the edge of the bed. “Jenny, you have to let you’re father eat you out. He’s so fucking good at it.” She said as she got between his legs. Jenny gave Lara a nod and slid off her father’s prick. She had her father’s head between her legs now. He started to lick his daughter’s cunt as he felt Lara’s mouth on his prick.

She slid her mouth down his prick taking him all the way in. She wrapped her hand around his prick and stroked him slowly. Jenny moaned as her father licked her cunt and Lara fondled his balls, sucking him deep in her throat. He breathes heavily and cries out with pleasure. “Wow, Lara, I didn’t know you deep throat,” he said as he felt her mouth move up and down his prick.

The way she sucked him was all the proof he needed. She took very deep in her throat, sucking him and fondling with his balls. Jenny gripped her headboard and cried out with pleasure as her father sucked on her cunt. It felt so good to feel his tongue flick in and out of her cunt as she had dreamed of once or twice at night lying in her bed. She closed her eyes and licked her lips. She breathed heavily and grinded her cunt on his mouth, making him taking more of her cunt into his mouth.

Lara felt Jenny’s father prick pulse in her mouth. She moaned and sucked on his prick. She pulled back and flicked her tongue around the tip of his prick. He thrust up his hips and moaned against Jenny’s cunt, making her cunt vibrate. Jenny cried out with pleasure and cum in his mouth. He swallowed her cum down his throat as Lara took him all the way in her mouth again.

He ran his fingers through her hair and moaned. He thrust up his hips as she took more in her mouth. She massaged his balls and stroked him hard. He breathes heavily and arched his back. He grips her hair and pulls her all the way to the base of his prick. He thrust up his hips and shoots his cum down her throat. She swallowed his cum down her throat and pulled back. Jenny lay motionless next to her father and Lara lay at the end of the bed, breathing heavily. He looked up at the ceiling and said, “since when did you two start having girl on girl sex?”

Jenny popped up on her elbow and said, “We tried it in the school’s locker room.” Lara nodded and closed her eyes. They cuddled up on Jenny’s bed and went to sleep. It was the greatest night of Lara’s and Jenny’s life. It was the best sex Jake has had in his life.

So whenever Lara would come over or spend the night, that’s when Jenny, her father, and Lara would do is have the greatest sex all together for the fun of it. And it was always a secret between all three people.

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Sam was not sure what had made him decide to bring the skinny little brunette back to his apartment. She had come on to him at the party and made it clear that she wanted to fuck. There were more attractive prospects at the party. This one was boyishly skinny with no hips to speak of and little more than bumps were her tits were supposed to be. She was almost waifish, barely five feet tall. Her voice exhibited a lower tonal range than her small size might have predicted. He had been lazy; he had left with her within half an hour of arriving. He had only gone to the party looking for a fuck; having found a sure bet early, he had settled for ease over quality. At first he had not even been sure that she was of legal age. He’d checked her ID.

With her clothes on she appeared almost boyish. Now naked she was writhing as a result of his oral attention to her bare little cunt, which was the only part of her anatomy which made her remotely female. She had a little boy’s ass and knobby knees. He felt like some combination of a pedophile and fag. With his middle finger fully inserted inside her tight little ass hole and his mouth firmly planted on her sweet young pussy he was too damned aroused to worry about the symbolism. The little bitch had already blown him accompanied by an excruciatingly pleasing finger fuck of his own rectum. She had proved to be a consummate cock sucker and had even submitted to a nasty face fuck.

She came, vigorously fucking his face with her little girl pussy in an attempt to milk every last second out of her orgasm. While she had no personal hygiene issues she was one dirty little girl. She had tongued his butt hole during the blow job. He had reciprocated as a prelude to the anal finger fuck. She had carried on a ceaseless litany of nasty talk during his oral efforts. His cock had not deflated significantly after she had sucked him off. Following the brief interval while he ate her out he had become harder than he could ever remember. It was time to bone the little whore. He moved up her skinny little body in preparation of penetrating her tight little girl hole. She had other ideas. She reached down and repositioned his raging hard on at the entrance to her shitter.

“I want it there baby, in my ass. I don’t really like it the other way and I’m not using birth control so it’s an ass fuck or nothing. Are you okay with that? You know you want to put that fat cock in my skinny little butt, don’t you? All guys fantasize about fucking someone in the ass. Well, I’m your dream come true! I prefer it up the ass and you don’t have to be gentle; I’ve taken it there before. Just don’t cum until I do. That would really piss me off.”

Coating his knob with as much spit as he could muster he was at the depth of her furnace-hot little backdoor in a matter of seconds. He fucked her skinny little butt for several minutes as she responded by rolling her tiny hips in perfect consort with his deep strokes. As he felt his orgasm approaching, she stopped his efforts and rolled over on her front, lying flat on the mattress.

“Finish me like this baby, just fuck that little ass hole hard. Just hold me down and ream my rectum, motherfucker!”

He complied; without a clear view of her naked little cunt he actually started to imagine that he was fucking some slim young boy up the ass. While he would worry about it later, worry about what it mean about his own sexuality, at the moment he was simply too aroused and bent on dumping a nice load of cum up the little slut’s escort soğanlık rump to give a shit.

Fuck, maybe I have homosexual tendencies; all I know is that boning this skinny little androgynous piece of trash up the shitter is the hottest thing I’ve ever done. Maybe I should take a walk on the other side, he mused. He’d always heard that boys were almost always better cock suckers than girls and he dearly loved a good blow job. And since they didn’t have a cunt, well after the sweet little mouth there was only one other place to shove a hard dick.

There were many effeminate young men on campus and more than one had come on to him. He had no desire to suck another man’s cock and he was damned sure that he wasn’t going to let one of those little queers do him in the ass. Then again he’d heard that gay sex was generally a two way street; there were, “tops” and “bottoms”. He’d be damned if he was going to become another man’s bitch but the idea of having his own, private boy bitch made his engorged cock almost painfully hard. He felt her orgasm building, none too soon, he mused. As she went over the top he dumped a load at the deepest extreme of her nasty little hole. She spun around and cleaned his cock with her wet little mouth.

“That was a great ass fuck, baby, you’ve got some experience in that department, that’s for sure.”

He’d had anal sex a number of times in high school more as birth control than anything else. He liked it; he liked it a lot. He couldn’t decide which was better, fucking a girl like this one who preferred it up the butt or fucking the reluctant anal virgin who cried and complained and even fought. Both had their place. This had been beyond anything he had previously experienced but, then again, the look on the face of a young woman feeling the massive invasion of her private hole for the first time, the grimace, the watering eyes and the protests. And then the acceptance of their fate as the initially uncomfortable fullness overcame them and they accepted the humiliation of being sodomized. A few got into it; many did not and simply endured the assault on their tight little rears.

“Have you ever fucked a boy in the ass?”

“What? Ah, no, I’m not queer.”

“You don’t have to be gay to want to fuck a guy’s butt. I know a lot of straight guys, particularly on this campus that do it now and again. Face it, in view of the artsy fartsy curriculum which dominates this school the ratio of gay to straight is twenty to one. I have more gay male friends than girl friends. I’ve let ’em butt fuck me before. Hell, I’ve donned a tool and reamed their tender little rectums on occasion. Hell, it’s just sex. You were outstanding but for a girl like me who only takes it in the back, gay guys are fantastic! That’s why I assumed you’d done it to a guy before. You were much better than the typical straight guy.”

“Since we’re letting it all hang out, I’ll admit that I’ve thought about it; hell I was thinking about it when I was plundering you’re rump.”

“Ever think about it the other way, you know, with a guys cock in your ass?”

“I don’t think so but like all guys I’ve always wondered what it would be like. I dated this girl for a while that had a strap on; I let her butt fuck me a few times. I’m ashamed to admit that it turned me on, but, I mean, she was a girl.”

“Ever suck a cock?”

“No, and I’m pretty sure I don’t want to.”

“Only pretty sure?”

“Okay, escort esenyalı I’ve thought about it.”

“Ever party?”

“Huh?”

“You know, guys and girls together, no holes barred, whatever happens, happens. No one does anything they’re not comfortable with.”

“No.”

“That might be too big a leap for your first time. You’ve got a really big cock. A lot of boys like it rough and they adore fat cocks like yours. I have a friend I could call…”

“How old is he?”

“My age—but he looks much younger. I’ve been told that he is the best little cock sucker in this town. Right now he’s bi; he’s fucked me a few times—up the butt, of course—and he’s a great little fuck. If you’re not interested in getting fucked in the ass, he could do me while you do him. Look, he’s easily as girlish as I am and from the rear with his dick shoved up my ass you might just forget that he’s a boy.”

“Call him.”

“You got it.”

A slim and nervous young boy showed up at his door in less than half an hour. He was quite possibly prettier than the little bitch he had just fucked. Sam had already learned from his new found female friend that the boy was decidedly submissive and would obey. The boy and girl kissed affectionately. Sam suggested they both get naked and get on the bed. Shit, now he was also a voyeur in addition to his other issues. As the two slim youngsters quickly settled into a sixty-nine, Sam was as turned on as he could ever remember. It was time to join the party. He went to the location of the boy’s head. Kneeling on the bed in front of him, he grabbed the kid’s hair and pulled his head off of the little bitch’s snatch.

“Suck this, bitch boy!” He growled as he forced his rock hard organ to the back of the little faggot’s throat.

The boy took all of his cock with no small amount of discomfort. He was gagging and his eyes were watering but he was a trooper. Sam fucked the little shit’s mouth and throat mercilessly for several minutes. The girl had now moved out from beneath him and was tongue fucking the girlish boy’s tight little back door, while jerking his cock with her obscenely small hand. The little bastard’s cock was almost as big as Sam’s.

Sam reluctantly removed his cock from the boy’s hot, wet little mouth. “Switch places! Both of you on your knees. Get that cock of yours up her ass. It’s already got a load of my cum in there so you don’t need any lube. That’s good! Shove it all the way in! Hold on! Reach back and spread those pretty little cheeks. That’s nice…now get ready for some cock little boy.”

Sam slathered a glob of K-Y on the little prick’s bung hole and pushed three finger’s worth inside. The boy screamed out in discomfort. You like it rough? Get ready for rough you little queer, Sam thought to himself as he lubed his organ.

Sam was balls deep in the boy’s ass in a single thrust. The kid had an incredibly hot, tight little shit hole and knew how to work his anal muscles to give extra stimulation. She had been right; this boy definitely knew how to take a cock up his ass hole and obviously loved it. Soon the two males were working in perfect unison as they plundered their respective targets. Fuck it, Sam though to himself. This boy has more hips than she does and really soft skin. He was squealing now; his squeals got louder as Sam blistered his pretty little backside with his hands. He lasted a lot longer than he thought he could but soon the inevitable escort güzelyalı feeling told him he would blast a hot load in the boy’s tight little ass in short order. He did. The boy bitch came soon after. Nobody seemed to care if the skinny little cunt got off but she seemed to be enjoying herself.

Sam again grabbed the young boy by the hair and pushed his head down to clean the ass funk off his dripping cock. The little bastard seemed to love the mix of his own ass funk and a strange man’s cum and did himself proud. Sam mused that Woody Allen had been correct; his chances of getting fucked on any given night had just doubled. Sam had definitely crossed the line.

“So, where do you two know each other from? I guess introductions might be in order. I’m Sam.”

“I’m Kim. This is Tim…my brother. We’re fraternal twins.”

“Oh fuck!”

“Hey, no big deal. Tim’s been ass fucking me for a while now; until you came along he was the best I’d ever had.”

“I’m sorry I was so rough with you, Tim. I feel like a real shit.”

“It’s just sex…I don’t take it personal…and I like it rough. You were, well, you were really…good.”

“Do you guys live together, or what?”

“Well, sort of…right now we’re kind off between residences.”

“You mean you’re homeless?”

“Uh, huh.”

“Are you really students here?”

“Both of us are; we were living in the dorm…we got caught…fucking…we got tossed out.”

“I may regret this but you guys can stay here if you want, at least until you find something else. Would you like that?”

“You don’t have to…”

“I expect payment…cash or trade…your call.”

“We both enjoyed fucking you so trading our skinny little butts for a roof over our head almost doesn’t seem fair.”

“Look, there’s a second bedroom; I used to have a roommate but it didn’t work out. I wouldn’t mind a little help with groceries and such…”

“Tim and I both have jobs…good jobs. We’re not broke, just in a jam right now. We’d like to stay as long as it works out. We don’t want to get in the way of your extracurricular activities. Just don’t tell anyone we’re brother and sister. We’ve slept in the same bed for quite a while. And either—or both of us—wouldn’t mind at all sharing your bed anytime you’re up for it.”

“Okay, let’s try it on a short term basis. By the way Kim, do you ever do it the regular way, I mean in your pussy?”

“I was raped once. Thought I was pregnant but I lucked out. Another time with a shitty boy friend…and a couple of times with Timmy. Why, are you absolutely desperate to fuck my cunt? I can’t take birth control pills, they make be nauseas. I hate rubbers and I don’t want to get pregnant. My periods are pretty regular so there is a small safe zone. Then again you could always fuck my pussy when I’m on the rag. “

“Look, I’m just asking. I like butt sex…a lot! But if your pussy is as tight as you ass is…”

“Probably tighter thanks to lack of use. We’ll see, big fella, maybe down the road if this works out…”

“Fucking your bloody little cunt doesn’t turn me off at all…I’ve done that before.”

“You’re hard again…so is Timmy…he’s a much better cock sucker than I am. Hell he taught me everything I know…”

“And what are you going to do?”

“Blow him while he blows you.”

“I guess that’ll work.”

Kim had been correct. Timmy was an astoundingly talented little cock sucker. Sam studied Tim’s cock as it slid in and out of Kim’s hot little mouth…it was a very pretty cock…maybe…just maybe…It wouldn’t seem quite as gay with Kim involved in the action…his own ass was the only one in the room that didn’t have a load of cum in it…Sam would have to think about that…Timmy’s big cock up his ass and Kim’s hot little mouth engulfing his cock…

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Note: All characters are 18.

So as you may have read, there’s this series here on Literotica called “Conflicted,” which was written by a buddy of mine who goes by the nickname of EldridgeinOO.

Eldridge and I have been ragging on each other for many weeks now, constantly killing each other about our stories.

We were spending so much time beating each other up that I finally said, “You know what we need to do? We need to kill each other in a story. I’m going to write a parody of ‘Conflicted,’ and you do one of mine.”

I have many more stories here on Lit than he does, so I’m not sure which one he’ll choose, though I’m reasonably certain that he’ll primarily target my collection of “Summer” stories.

We want to let the Literotica editors and all our readers know right up front that these stories we’re submitting today are just parodies. We both greatly admire the other’s writing skills and want to make it clear that nobody should take a word of what we’re writing here seriously. We’re going to go out of our way to create the most ridiculous parodies possible of each other’s works, strictly in fun.

There will be implausible sex, wild incest and rude behavior, and our only purpose is simply to make each other laugh. Once you recognize the characters and their quirks, hopefully you’ll laugh too.

~ ~ ~

“Baby, it’s starting to hurt a little.”

“That’s probably because it’s bleeding really good now. Come to think of it, I’m pretty sure it prolapsed back when Mister Jenkins was still talking about the Gettysburg Address. What did I tell you about doing your exercises?”

Kelsey looked back at her hemorrhaging ass. “I know, doofus, but it’s really starting to sting now…in a good way, of course. Also, we’re sort of making a mess here.”

“Kel, you must be confusing me with someone who’s chock full o’ give-a-fuck.”

Pulling my gore-covered cock from my baby sister’s impossibly perfect ass, I used her long brown hair to wipe it clean. “Okay, there, is that better? We’re all spic ‘n span now.”

‘Oh, what the hell,’ I thought, jamming it right back inside her, only I kind of missed on the first looksie.

Hey, blow me, okay? It was such a mess down there that anyone could have missed. It was an honest mistake.

“Oops!” she giggled, looking back at me.

“Oops!” was right. I’d just fuck-shredded her taint to where it was sort of…gone. My little Prince Albert with the dangling Oakland Raiders skull charm had well and truly obliterated her fleshy dividing line between good, clean biblical fun and Kelsey’s idea of Wednesday night at the bowling alley.

“That’ll learn ya!” she sniggered. “Now you have no excuses. You better be able to find somewhere wet to stick it in down there.”

Sneering at her like the big dopey douche that I am, I rammed myself back in; though I wasn’t exactly sure where I landed, it felt vaguely grabby and passably viscous. Good enough.

“Kel, you just bear down, or I won’t let Amanda take you to Waffle House.”

Kelsey giggled, “Damon, you know that if it were up to me, hell, I’d let you split me open with a mace. The thing is, I just hate to get my skirt dirty. What with all this blood and gore, my pretty little skirt is gonna be hella messy when we go to the mall after school.”

Kelsey’s best friend Amanda was intently watching us, and I grinned to her, “Do it.”

Like a performing seal waiting expectantly for a sardine treat, Amanda excitedly clapped her hands together, then…

…tsssstttt…

“AAAAAEIIIIIFUUUCK!!” screamed Kelsey, launching herself straight up into the air.

Sitting back with a smug look, Amanda was conspicuously rolling a can of Bactine between her fingers.

“Kelsey, climb down from there! You’re making a spectacle of yourself!” I said.

Kelsey was hanging from a light fixture, panting heavily while staring down with murderously loving eyes at Amanda.

Dangling that way, she looked like a really sexy spider monkey…with a bleeding ass.

While teasingly waving the can of Bactine around, Amanda blew her a kiss.

Anyway, we were in second-period American History class, and the Redbull vodka I’d shotgunned after first-period had just kicked in. Swear to god, Jenkins’ lecture was beyond boring. So, having nothing better to do, I’d started fucking Kelsey in the ass atop my desk, and Amanda had our school’s A/V crew there filming it.

When Jenkins eventually caught us, he did his best Mr. Hand from Fast Times at Ridgemont High impression, smirking, “Damon, Kelsey, I trust you brought enough for the rest of the class.”

A small, stringy gloop of hot teen cheerleader viscera plopped onto my desk, followed immediately by a giggling Kelsey, who’d finally let go of the light fixture.

Landing with a thud, she broke my pencil.

Amanda picked up the cracked pencil and showed it to Kelsey. “You’re gonna pay for this,” she said threateningly.

“Oh, gawwwwd, I hope so!” cried Kelsey, launching a cool arcing of cum and red blood cells artvin escort onto Amanda’s beaming face.

As Amanda tried to lick it up – looking a lot like a really hot bulldog with its mug covered in peanut butter – Kelsey launched herself with a cute cheerleader growl over the desk and into Amanda’s lap.

“Yes, I am gonna pay, starting right now!” she giggled. Ripping Amanda’s panties off, she flung them at some fat kid we all called Ouch. We called him that ’cause every day when he knelt at his locker the other kids would carry their book bags really low to clip him in the head as they walked by.

His ears always looked funny. Ouch liked egg sandwiches. Damn, he had the worst farts.

Punting Ouch out of his chair, Kel let loose with a killer Viking scream before smashing the chair against the wall; once, twice, until finally it shattered.

Like a fat lady from Wisconsin enjoying her first four orders of roast mutton and bangers at a Renaissance Faire, Kelsey snatched up one of the legs of the shattered chair in her hungry maw. “Punish me! I’ve been a bad, bad cheerleader!” she growled, spitting the jagged shard of wood into Amanda’s lap.

Realizing what had to be done, Amanda immediately ordered Kelsey into the Scorpion Position against the wall.

“Cool move,” said Bart, the crackhead of our class, having just woken up due to all the smashing and screaming.

Yes, it was definitely a cool move. In fact, it was part of their Teen Cheerleader Porn USA routine, which, besides winning the state cheerleading championships for them, was also something the girls hoped to make a mint from on the internet.

Facing the wall, Kelsey was grasping her foot, having stretched that leg all the way over her head from behind; her other leg was straight as an arrow, the end result being that it looked like she had a scorpion’s stinger poised above her head.

Of course the other result was that she looked sexier than moist scarlet fuck. She was like a sexy Gumby, only with a hot, steaming bread bowl of Manhattan clam chowder between her awesome legs.

‘We probably need to put a tourniquet or something on that. Meh…maybe later. She’s still being sexy,’ I thought, grinning to myself.

“I’ve been baaaad, Amanda, and you know what you do to baaaad girls,” hissed Kelsey.

Pondering her next move, Amanda eyed the broken chair leg for a few moments before turning back to Kelsey. “Will you still be good for waffles later?”

Kelsey grinned, “I’m always good for waffles. You know me. I luuuvs me some waffles, and I really luuuvs me some nasty truckstop waitresses. They can ass-spatula me all they want over their hot griddles.”

“Okay then. I just wanted to make sure we didn’t spoil your appetite.”

Reaching into her backpack to pull out a strap-on, Amanda hooked it around her hips. Grinning evilly, she removed the wildly unsatisfying eight-inch dildo; in its place she wedged the jagged chair leg, which jutted out a good eighteen inches.

She looked like a golden blonde Pinocchio goddess with a Literotica story-sized jagged wooden cock.

Kelsey eyed her with the same sort of naked lust that I reserve for my swimming teammate Brian after he pisses on my balls in the shower, or when Erik the Fag bends over to retrieve his ‘accidentally’ dropped bottle of patchouli-scented bath gel while offering me up just a scrumdiddlyumptious view of his tortured leathery Cheerio.

Kelsey said, “Fuck me, Amanda. Fuck me like you mean it, you beautiful pussy.”

Moments later there was a beautiful display of teen cheerleader ass-blood splattering the windows.

With a song in my heart, I felt like Ice Cube. Truly, it was turning out to be a good day.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Carynne, wanna ride?”

School had let out, and we were headed over to the Waffle House. Kelsey, Amanda and I were all stuffed into Amanda’s two-seater Miata, with Amanda sitting on me. She thought it best to give Kelsey’s ass, pussy and not-really-much-of-a-taint-anymore a little time-out, so we let Kelsey drive.

I like hats. I own all sorts of hats, ranging from mesh Snap-On tools baseball caps to Kenny from South Park’s green, woolly earmuffs thing, to colorful sombreros, to those little pillbox deals the Queen Mother always wears.

Some people say I’m a raging gaywad. I prefer to think of myself as eclectic.

Without a doubt, though, my favorite hat is wearing Amanda like one. That’s why I love convertibles. When you’re driving home from school, nothing beats having a naked blonde cheerleader’s ass bouncing off your face, her legs wrapped around your head.

Amanda’s pussy always smelled like…victory.

Before we’d taken off from school, Amanda had let me use some of my leftover lunch to give her a nice dessert douche, so on that particular day her pussy smelled like victory and kiwi lime pie.

In fact I was still nibbling on some Amanda-scented pie crumbs when we pulled up to the curb in front of our aydın escort school’s gym.

I always liked our school’s gym. It looked rather festive, I thought.

‘Teen Fucktoy High School – Home of the Snarling Beavers,’ read the arched lettering above the double doors of the gym.

Our cheerleaders had the cutest logos on their sweaters, what with our mischievous-looking cartoon beaver snarling out from between the spread legs of a big-breasted hooker from outer space.

Our football team looked cool, too. We were the only team in our league whose helmets sported alien hookers with snarling beaver pussies.

For a high school, we sure sold lots of team-logo t-shirts.

So, anyway, Carynne was lying out naked on the grass in front of the school, just minding her own business, quietly fucking a rake – the sharp, pointy end.

I liked Carynne. She was neat. Fun girl, that Carynne.

Once she saw us, she waved and got up to come say hello. With a cute little grunt she clenched her pussy, spanning off the head of the rake. Giggling as she made her way over to us, she kept herself impaled by the metallic tines after kicking the broken shaft across the grass.

“I’ll deal with you later,” she said to it.

Predictably, it just looked up at her with a baleful, wooden expression.

Amanda giggled, “Sweetie, with that rake sticking out of your pussy, you look like a horny peacock! Baby, get rid of that thing, and hop in!”

“Where are we going?” she asked, ditching the rake before climbing happily into the Miata.

It was a tight fit. Amanda was already wrapped around my head, my tongue buried in her snatch, so Carynne wedged her perfect little slut-body across Kel’s and my lap. Just like always, she ended up with her face in my crotch. Since it was right there again, of course she pulled out my cock and swallowed it. Shit, counting the one she sorta gave me during English Lit, I think that was my fourth blowjob from her that day. Anyway, she sucked on it for a few seconds, then, pulling back with a big grin, she looked up at Amanda’s winking pussy. “Oh, that’s right. It’s Tuesday, huh? Waffle House?”

“You know it!” laughed Kelsey, peeling out into the street. At that same moment, Carynne punched her little fist into Amanda’s pussy, drilling me right in the mouth.

“Owww!” I shouted. “You little whore, you busted my tooth!”

She just giggled, “Hey, before we go eat, can we stop by Katie’s dorm? I told her that I would let her pee all over me, and she’s going to be teaching her sorority’s leadership training class today, so we thought it’d be pretty sweet to kill two birds with one stone.”

“Fine by me,” Kelsey said, swinging the car over the median, directly into oncoming traffic.

Swerving wildly in a desperate attempt to avoid us, a school bus full of orphans rolled over a gay-ass Prius before crashing into an enormous liquid propane tank, and the whole lot blew up in a big, bitchin’ mushroom cloud.

‘Cool. That’s a couple dozen fewer deadbeat orphans for my dad’s tax dollars to get wasted on,’ was my first thought.

When the bus exploded, Carynne giggled on my cock while saying to Kel, “Smooth move, Ex-Lax!”

Right away a bunch of cop cars showed up and tried to pull us over. “Oh, fabulous,” I sneered. “Fucking losers. Jeez, isn’t there a crime somewhere you guys oughtta be fighting?”

Giggling, Amanda playfully bopped me on the nose. “Oh, you! And hey, did I give you permission to stop eating? I don’t think so!”

This big crazy-looking Nazi cop jumped out of the first cruiser. He was barreling over to our car, and even from far away I could tell he was kinda pissed. Sure enough, he started screaming at us, “Do you guys see what you just did? You killed all those people, and you blew up half the neighborhood!”

“This could be serious,” Amanda said to me, “but I was almost there, so don’t stop! Right there! Bite it!”

I bit her clit, and she pounded happily on my shoulder blades. Her long blonde hair looked awesome in the firelight from the big, stupid explosion.

With a killer ‘thwop’ sound, Carynne pulled her fist out of Amanda’s pussy before stuffing it into her own.

“Think you can make yourself cum before Officer Gestapo Head gets here?” Kelsey asked her.

“Twice, easy,” grinned Carynne. Sitting up, she threw her thighs around the center console, impaling herself on the gearshift knob. “Kinda lacking in girth, but this still feels pretty deece,” she giggled. With a devious expression she hissed, “Damon, quick, spin me!” When she pulled her knees up against her chest, I took her by the hips and began to spin her around that gearshift like she was a Lazy-Susan fucktoy.

“Wheeeeeee!!” she giggled. “Faster!”

I went into Benihana chef mode, my arms working in a frenzy as I spun her, and she cried out with her first orgasm.

“Better hurry up, girl, he’s almost here…” Kelsey said, insouciantly checking her mascara in the rearview balıkesir escort mirror.

“Quick, Kel! Hair brush!” hissed Carynne.

Reaching down into the door pocket, Kelsey pulled out an oversized pink hairbrush.

Lying back, Carynne spread her legs, and Kelsey wasted no time in stabbing the thick end of the hairbrush into Carynne’s pussy.

“Aeeeeiii!! I meant the other end, you idiot! The handle end! Aeeeiii!! Bristles! Bristles! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” cried Carynne, rapid-fire.

Since Officer Hitler was fast approaching our car, Kelsey assaulted Carynne’s pussy like Floyd Mayweather working the speed bag, and Carynne let go with a huge gush of girl cum, splashing the fascist cop right across his Top Gun Ray-Bans.

Pulling off his dripping glasses, the cop looked into our car.

Kelsey was sitting on a towel, letting her bloody ass and pussy gently pool up to form it into a nice, spongy tampon. A completely naked Carynne was sprawled out across our laps, with little aftershock geysers dribbling from her tiny pussy. Me? I still had my Amanda hat on.

“Never mind! They’re cheerleaders!” he yelled to his cop buddies, making a motion with his hands and hips like he was fucking. When they gave him the thumbs-up, he shot them the double finger-pistols.

With all the other cops and emergency personnel watching and waiting, he went back to his squad car and said over the loudspeaker, “IT’S OKAY! WE GOTTA LET ‘EM GO! THEY’RE HOT TEEN CHEERLEADERS!”

When Kelsey waved at him and blew him a kiss, he pretended to catch it and shove it down his pants, then we drove away.

~ ~ ~

“Hey, Katie. I didn’t know whether you’d eaten yet, so I brought you some food,” Carynne smiled, gesturing to Kelsey, Amanda and me.

“What took you so long? And yes, I’m famished,” Katie said, hungrily eyeing Kelsey’s bloody tourniquet.

Carynne smirked, holding up her palms in apology. “Sorry, we would have been here sooner except Kelsey killed a bunch of shortbus retards, then we got hassled by some horny cops. No biggie. Did we miss anything?”

“No, the girls haven’t all assembled yet, and we were just warming up the mechanical bull.”

“You got that thing working again, huh?” Kelsey asked with a salacious grin. She was fingering her gory flower, her interest piqued at the mere mention of the mechanical bull.

“Yep! Better than ever,” grinned Katie, eyeing my bloody baby sister like she was a plate of sizzling fajitas. “We added the second attachment we’ve been talking about, and we seem to have gotten that electrical shorting problem licked. It probably won’t zap you anymore.”

“Whew…last time it singed me so badly that I decided to shave off the rest of my little bush,” Carynne said, and we all watched as she gently stroked her smooth mound.

“Keep that up, lil’ girl, and I’m gonna havta rape ya!” snickered Katie.

“Not if I rape you first,” Carynne said, giggling as she licked between two fingers she was holding up in the shape of a ‘V.’ “Now let’s go see how Old Sparky is really doing.”

Katie led us to her sorority house’s playroom. Along one wall, looking like a row of Stairmasters, were a dozen Sybians. Another wall was covered in televisions that were all tuned to America’s Biggest Loser, and there before the televisions sat a gaggle of giggling sorority hotties, pointing and laughing at the disgusting fat people on TV.

‘I’m so glad I’m not fat. I love me,’ I thought, smiling to myself.

“Who’s first?” Katie asked.

When Carynne started to make a move, Amanda sucker-punched her with a right cross to the temple, knocking her out cold.

Kelsey high-fived Amanda, who smiled sweetly to her bloody little friend. “Yeah, right! Like I was ever gonna let anybody but you go first!”

As Kelsey began gingerly unwrapping the blood-soaked pussy tourniquet, which had mostly congealed and dried, Amanda just rolled her eyes. “God, Kel, quit being such a big baby!” she giggled. Then, with a single huge pull, she ripped the tourniquet right off her startled lover.

Kelsey’s face went white as a sheet, and she let out a strangled, “Erp!!”

I smacked Kel in the ass as encouragement, but somewhere in there I accidentally managed to catch my class ring on her pureed rectum, and my hot little sister fainted to the floor like a sack of turnips falling off the back of some Mexican’s pick-up truck.

After I sat there shaking Kelsey by her shoulders for what seemed like forever, she finally opened her eyes. Looking up worshipfully at me, she smiled, “Smack me like that again, and I’ll marry you.”

“Faker. Just rub some dirt on it, and walk it off,” I smirked.

When Amanda and I lifted Kelsey onto the bull, Amanda smiled with approval at the recent fitment of the second dildo. “If we could just get another one up by your face, this thing would be perfect now,” she said, and Katie nodded.

After sliding her mincemeat pussy onto the forward-mounted dildo, Kelsey simply aimed the rear-mounted one toward the general vicinity of the little cup of cherry cobbler we affectionately knew as her asshole.

“You don’t scare me,” she said, reaching back to touch her bloody crater. With a stubborn heave she shoved herself onto the two rubber cocks; then, like Clint Eastwood staring down Lee Van Cleef, she looked over at Katie and sneered, “Bitch, do your worst.”

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*This story involves some dark subject matter. You have been warned.*

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*Everyone depicted in this story that is involved in sexual acts is 18 or over. This story is a fantasy by, about, and for adults.*

*****

Tuesday

June 21st, 1977

Hello friend! I need to come up with a better name for you if I’m going to be writing to you every day. Today…is my 18th birthday, so I guess that makes it sort of your birthday too?

I don’t know when you were made, but Daddy found you in an antique shop in the city! He said the shopkeeper called you a “spirit book”. I didn’t understand what he meant because you just looked like a regular diary to me. But then Daddy showed me how the front cover folds out in this cool secret way and there’s a Ouija board there! And a little magnifier glass on a beautiful necklace to be the planchette!

Daddy said that the gift was perfect because it was beautiful and full of secrets, like his little girl. I love it but I don’t have any secrets.

PS – I lied to you and that might be ok sometimes but not for a new friend. I do have a secret. A few nights ago I heard funny noises and I thought Mommy was hurt, so I snuck down the hall to check and maybe call the police. When I looked in my parents room I saw Daddy was behind her, and pushing into her with his…his cock. I guess I should get used to using those words with you. She was moaning and she wasn’t hurt at all. She told him not to stop, and he reached around her so he was touching her in the front at the same time.

Is that why it feels so good when I rub against my pillow? Down there, I mean. Watching Mommy and Daddy doing that made me feel dirty but also very hot and I rubbed against the pillow for a long time.

Ok, I think that’s all the secrets I have in me tonight. Please don’t be mad that I didn’t tell you earlier.

Wednesday

June 22nd, 1977

I found something neat about the book. No one has written in any of the pages yet (except for me). Or so I thought. I found a secret flap at the back! Under the flap there’s writing! It says “My Name is Zozo”. That’s a strange name but I really like it. My name is strange too.

Well, Zozo, you know me already but let me tell you about the rest of my..no our family. There’s Mommy, she’s really pretty and a little younger than Daddy. She’s so sophisticated and I think she looks like Linda Carter but a little more curvy. Men *really* like her. I like that. Daddy is older than Mommy. He’s tall and distinguished and his eyes are like blue ice. He has a little beard that I think is funny but also somehow makes him look like he knows everything. And then there is my brother, who is in college, William. He’s 3 years older than me and he can be a jerk sometimes, but only when he makes fun of me. He’s a little shorter than dad. He always listens to me when I have problems and helps me with homework and drives me places too. I think he’s really sweet.

So, Zozo, I was kind of bad today. But not serious bad. Just a little bad. It’s about William. I never really thought of him as handsome but he left the bathroom door open this morning. He was shaving in front of the mirror but he wasn’t wearing any clothes! He had so many muscles and I could see his cock. It just…looked so beautiful. I couldn’t help myself and I put my hand in my panties and started really lightly touching myself. I got sooooo wet there…and something happened. It was a little scary but I felt something building up in me. When William got in the shower I ran back to my room and touched myself more and more on the bed and…it felt like I exploded inside. It didn’t hurt but it felt amazing and I couldn’t talk or move for a few minutes afterwards. Mom yelled at me and called me lazy for still being in bed. If she only knew!

Thursday

June 23rd, 1977

I heard you today, Zozo! Ok not in, like, sounds, but you talked back to me! When I got home I decided to try the planchette. I wore the necklace and then moved the glass over where the board said “Greetings”. And just like that my hand was being pulled around! It was scary but you were so gentle, Zozo. And your touch was warm. Like fire that doesn’t burn. It moved so fast but I could see what it was spelling: DID YOU LIKE WATCHING?

You didn’t say what you were talking about but you know my secrets. I told you the truth and said YES. Then you spelled out: DO YOU WANT TO DO MORE THAN WATCH? I didn’t understand exactly what you meant but I got very flushed and I think I got the general idea. I said YES. I feel kind of dirty but I also feel warm inside and…and I’ve been getting wet…down there…a lot today.

But then you taught me a word! You said the word was ACHAIGIDEL. You told me I could make people do…things…with it. I didn’t understand but I can’t wait to try it to morrow.

PS – Watched Mommy and Daddy again tonight. Why does üsküdar escort she get to have Daddy all to herself like that. It’s so frustrating to watch but it makes me so excited.

Friday

June 24th, 1977

When I got home from school I talked to you. You told me to touch myself…while I wrote to you…today. It’s hard…to focus…but I like it. You said…that it helps you…to help me. I didn’t understand…what you meant. But…I’ll do it. Then…I say this:

[moans briefly] Na’ama, I invoke thee. Make me pleasing to the sight of my lover. Ashmedai, I ache for thee! Come to me as a racing wind! ACHAIGIDEL, William, ACHAIGIDEL.

So I guess now I just have to wait and see.

Saturday

June 25th, 1977

So much happened since I wrote last time! It was frightening but also beautiful. There was a feeling in my room. Like it was warm? But not actually warm. I don’t know how to make sense of this but I felt like something…settled on me. Like it entered me and became me. I felt grown-up and sexy. I knew that he couldn’t resist me. I cracked the door slightly and turned of the light. Then I took off all my clothes and just lay there. I was completely naked and anyone could have seen! I never do anything like that, but I was brave.

I must have fallen asleep because when I woke up it was very late. I think it was after 3. William was there! He was standing in the doorway. He was wearing just pajama bottoms like he always does and it showed off his chest. I started breathing harder. He looked at me and I could tell he wanted to come in but wasn’t sure. His cock was so big it made his pants look like a tent!

I knew that if I said or did the wrong thing that he would leave. He would see me like a little girl and not a woman. So tilted my head and arched my back like I was stretching then I looked at him. I bit my lip. That was all it took! He almost ran in the room and couldn’t get his pants off fast enough. I was so scared but I was excited too and I knew that I did the right thing.

William needs to be loved just like I do. Only I know what he needs.

He climbed on top of me. His cock pressed in between my thighs and he looked at me, right in the eyes. He said “I love you but I’m sorry”. I told him not to be sorry and I wanted this. He said he would be gentle and he started pushing my legs apart. He kissed me. Really kissed me, with tongues and everything! He had one hand in my hair and he gripped it tight. It hurt but it just made me want more. He put his other hand on my bottom. I felt his cock pressing into my pussy. Just the head. I gasped like it stung me!

He pushed slowly in. I could tell he wanted to go much faster. He wanted to very badly, but he was gentle just like he promised. And then he was inside me, filling me. And I was a woman. And William made me one! It was so nice. He started to move slowly back and forth. I was so wet that he went easily and I started to moan, loudly and just like Mommy. He started to get more excited, and moved much faster.

I told him I loved him and he said he loved me and he pushed my legs further apart and moved faster. I said “Fuck me harder, William. Your little sister needs your cum inside her”. I’ve never said anything like that in my life. I’m not sure if that was even me. Well then he got really excited and started to moan and grunt and I felt it building in me. When I came I made a lot of noise but I pushed my face into Williams chest so I didn’t wake anyone up. I felt his cock twitch and then there was so much warmth inside me! It was like he was putting his love for me in my belly.

I know it’s wrong but I wanted him to put a baby there, so badly. I clung to him tightly until no more came out of him. He was limp on top of me. I was worried that he passed out but he hadn’t. When he took his cock out I was sad for a minute, but then he kissed me really intensely. Like I was the only woman he had ever seen and he needed me again. He said “I love you and I won’t let you go.” I cried a little but they were good tears. Then he got up and went back to his room. He couldn’t stay even though I wanted him to.

I just got up and wrote it all down. I need to change the sheets but I don’t want to because they smell like what we did and it makes me wet again. I need to get William alone. I need him again.

Sunday

June 26th, 1977 – Early Afternoon

William had trouble looking at me this morning. I think he was guilty. When he saw how I looked at him with love and want, he flushed and I don’t think had room for guilt any more.

Today was church, but it was different than normal. During mass I whispered to Mommy that I needed to use the restroom. I looked at William when I said it. Just looked! And he understood. Even as I walked to the back of the sanctuary I knew that he would be following soon.

There is a small chapel at the back of the church for “silent reflection”. I went there, but slowly. I felt anticipation and ache and it was so hard not gaziemir escort to run but I didn’t. It was so…delicious. Now I understand how Mommy must feel when she knows Daddy is coming home to fuck her. Oh my look at what I just wrote, Zozo! Are you proud?

When I entered the chapel, I walked to the altar and knelt, like a good girl. Then I hooked my thumbs in my panties and pushed them down to my knees. I pulled up my fine and proper dress and leaned forward so my head was on the ground and arched my back. I looked behind me and waited for my lover.

William saw me, pussy exposed and vulnerable, in front of the altar like an offering. He had to have seen how wet I was in the light. He moved quickly and undid his fly. His wonderful cock was already hard and he was so excited he was kind of angry. I think it was blasphemy of it. He wanted to punish me for being such a dirty girl. I wanted to be punished, I think.

He knelt behind me on a lower step and forced himself in me. He wasn’t gentle or slow like the first time. He reached out and grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it hard. As he bruised me inside he leaned forward and said: “Do you like this, slut?”

I was so excited by this I could barely think! I said “I love it. I’m your good little slut and I love it and I love you.”

He got rougher and rougher until I was crying but I couldn’t help coming on his cock. It happened a few times and then I felt his body shake and he emptied himself inside me.

He pulled out quickly and let go of my hair so I looked over my shoulder at him. He looked at me and it was so sad and I wondered for the first time if I had done the wrong thing by making him love me using the word.

He said “Oh god…I’m so sorry” and then he zipped up and hurried off. He left me alone to clean up by myself! I noticed that some of his cum had dribbled down my thigh onto the carpet. I couldn’t do anything about that but I used my handkerchief to clean myself as best as possible. My panties were soaked from my own juices and my brothers cum, so I wrapped them in the same handkerchief and put it in my purse. I went back to our pew with my brother’s seed inside me and I was so satisfied and happy.

William didn’t look at me, but I took his hand and squeezed it. I saw he had a tear at the corner of his eye. I think we had some really adult sex and maybe he wasn’t ready. Its ok, I still love him.

June 26th, 1977 – Night

William took me aside after lunch and told me he didn’t think we should do “it” anymore. I was mad and kind of a brat and asked him if he meant fucking. I shocked him and I felt bad but I felt worse when he said he didn’t want to hurt me again.

I told him the truth: That he didn’t hurt me any more than I wanted him to. I wanted him to take me and make me his. I wanted him to do it again. I wanted him to do it as much as he wanted, however he wanted. I told him I wanted to be like Mommy for him and be both his slut and his bride. He got very flushed in the face and kissed me really hard and I knew that he really loved me both as a brother and as a man.

I let him lead me to his bed and push me so I sat on it. He stood in front of me and unzipped, letting his cock out again. I don’t know where Mommy and Daddy were but we left the door wide open. He pushed his cock into my mouth and I opened it up and let it in. He told me that this was something he had read about. I already knew what he wanted. I held his cock in my right hand at the base and moved my moth forward and back. I felt his cock slide into my mouth and out and heard him moan. He hadn’t washed yet so he tasted sour and salty and the idea that I was tasting our love from before made me very excited.

He grabbed my head and started to be rough with my head, forcing himself deeper and deeper in my mouth. I gagged a little but kept going. He was using me like I was just somewhere to put his cock, and I felt myself getting really excited. He started to say my name though and told me how much he loved me. When he came I tried to keep it all in my mouth and swallowed as much as possible but still he pulled out a little early and I felt some splash on my face.

I looked up at him with his cum still marking me and he looked down at me with so much love. I told him he could use me any way he wanted and that I loved him very much.

Today was so different than anything I’ve experienced before. I’m not sad about it. I think I’m all grown up now.

Zozo is with me all the time now.

Monday

June 27th, 1977 – Morning

I can hear Zozo whisper to me now. She says the most delightful things.

Mommy kept me from going to school today. Just me, not William. She was mad but also really confused and worried.

She told me she saw what I did with William the night before. She said it was because I lured him into it and that I was behaving like a little slut. She told me to stop it right away or she would send me away to a hospital and keep me away from sancaktepe escort him forever. That made me so mad.

I laughed and told her she was just upset that I got to him before she did. Zozo told me she thought about fucking him sometimes. He said she felt really guilty about it so it would make her so mad.

She slapped me across the face. It was really hard and I couldn’t think for a minute and almost fell out of my chair. I could tell Mommy was shocked that she did it. I said ACHAIGIDEL and told her that Daddy was going to fuck me in her bed and that she would watch. And that he would like my cunt better than hers.

All she could do was stand still and cry. I should feel bad but I just got wet. I told her we could all have what we wanted and we didn’t need to be sad any more. We could share William and Daddy and have their babies and nothing would be wrong with it at all. I told her that Zozo told me all about what girls could do together. I told her that I thought she was the most beautiful woman in the world and I would do anything to make her feel good.

Just because I argued with Mommy doesn’t mean I don’t love her. Families fight, after all.

Zozo said it would all turn out ok.

Since I said the word Mommy couldn’t move. I went over to her and got on my knees. I let her move her head so she could look at me. I looked her in the eye as I lifted her skirt up. Her panties were a pretty dark red. I pulled them down very gently.

She shook her head and said no. She said she was sorry for hitting me and she loved me and that she was mad because she was so worried.

I told her that I loved her too but that sometimes daughters know more than Mommies. Her pussy had so much thick black hair on it! It was so beautiful. I think men tell her she is beautiful but only want to fuck her. I’d never do that.

I told her to lay down on the floor and spread her legs for me, so I could make her feel better. She shook her head and said no but she did it.

Mommy was so wet. I thought about how she must of watched William and I when he used my mouth. I wondered if she fantasized more about William doing that to her or using me like he did.

She moaned when I kissed her on her wet slit. It was so beautiful and her scent was so nice. I told her so as I let my little tongue explore her lips. She moaned and started saying my name. She wasn’t mad or worried any more.

I moved my tongue and lips up to her clitoris. I was very gentle because Zozo told me that some women were very sensitive. I moved my tongue around her clitoris and just barely brushed against it. Mommy shook all over and told me not to stop. She begged me. I loved her so I kept going.

I slipped a finger inside her gently and then another. She was watching me now and I locked eyes with her as I hooked my fingers and found her g-spot. Her back arched like I had just shocked her with electricity!

She began to moan really loudly and she sounded just like I did when William fucks me. That made me more wet and I touched myself as I moved my fingers and tongue the way Zozo told me to.

She came so hard and my name was on her lips as mine sucked her clit into my mouth. I looked her in the eyes as I came and told her it was for her and that she could use me however she wanted because I was hers forever.

I released her from the word and she got up and let me to her bed where she cuddled and nuzzled me and we kissed for a while. She taught me how to kiss really well and said that she would love me forever no matter what. She said she understood now but wouldn’t tell me what that meant.

Zozo told me it would all be ok, and it was!

Monday

June 27th, 1977 – Night

Daddy got home and the craziest thing happened. When I woke up I was still cuddled up to Mommy’s naked breast. She was sleeping and as I watched her I began to want her again. I was going to start suckling her breast but I heard voices downstairs. I knew them but I couldn’t make out what they were saying so I snuck downstairs.

Halfway down there is a landing that I could hear everything but they couldn’t see me. I heard William. He was confessing all the things we did together! I heard him crying. I was mad at first but then I realized that he blamed himself. He kept saying that he raped me. But it wasn’t true!

I was going to rush downstairs and tell him to stop when I heard another voice, warm and accepting. It was Daddy! He said he knew, for a fact, that William didn’t rape anyone. He told William that he was a good boy, in fact now a man after he had been with me. Then he said that no one could be expected to resist…me…when I wanted something.

I was confused and scared. Did Daddy know what I had done? Was it bad? I didn’t know what to do! Then Daddy said my name and that he knew that I was listening. I was so scared that I almost jumped up and ran back upstairs.

But he was with William, and I couldn’t leave him down there still thinking he was a bad person. He wasn’t He isn’t! He just gave me what I wanted! And he gave so much!

I walked downstairs slowly. I really thought Daddy was going to beat me. He’d only spanked me and William before now, and what I did was so much different…so much worse than anything I’d done before. Was it bad? Had I done things that Mommy and William didn’t want to do? They said no, but they came just the same.

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18 year old Dani discovers a phone with sexting photos on it.

*****

Dani lay on her bed palming the phone she had found. She had trouble believing that anyone careless to leave their phone at a food court table in the mall would also not have the device password protected. But then again, maybe that’s exactly the kind of person this was. As she thumbed through the contact list trying to locate the owner, she also reflected that maybe the person wanted to be sure that the phone could be returned if a honest person ever found it.

Realizing that she would have better luck looking at the text messages first, she thumbed the icon and then started looking at some of the texts. Attached to two messages were pictures of a very fit man naked from the neck down. In one of the pictures, the man was fully erect; large and thick. Dani turned the camera to the side and began looking at the picture more intently. He was probably between seven and eight inches long and thicker than any man she had seen.

She began to through more of the texts but couldn’t find anything else of interest or any clue of who the phone belonged to. She returned to the sexting photo again and touched herself under her skirt.

“If I wanted to return this phone before, I really want to meet the owner even more now,” she joked in her own mind.

She picked up her own phone and called Tracy, her former babysitter and sometimes mentor. Even though they were four years apart in ages, they had managed to maintain a close relationship. Tracy was now a junior in college and Dani would be a freshman next year at the same school.

“Hello?” came the response at the other end.

Dani replied, “Don’t you ever check the caller ID? It is me Dani. Do you have a minute?”

Tracy was sitting at her desk finishing up some homework. “Yeah, sure. How have you been?”

“What’s the biggest guy you ever had?” Dani blurted out, wanting to get right to the point.

“Do you mean like in weight?” Tracy inquired taken aback.

“No, like in bed. The biggest guy you ever slept with.”

Tracy scowled and then replied in a bitter voice. “You know Brian is the only guy I have ever had and we are still together. I would be better to ask you that question Dani. You have had…what? Three guys since you were 16?”

Dani knew that Tracy was trying to scorn her, but blew it off. “OK, right. So how big is Brian?”

She heard an exasperated sigh at the other end. “He’s average, I guess. Probably six inches. I never bothered to measure. Why are we talking about this?” Tracy demanded.

Dani explained how she came to find the phone at the mall and of the amazing picture she had found. Tracy said, “Send the picture to me, then I can tell you the phone number associated with it. You should be able to punch that in the contact list and hopefully the owner’s name will show up.”

“Oh yeah, why didn’t I think of that?” exclaimed Dani.

“Because you are more fascinated with this guy’s big cock than returning his phone is my guess,” said Tracy as Dani began to forward the text picture.

It occurred to Dani that she hadn’t checked the phone’s gallery section yet and she began to do so, hoping to find another gem when Tracy spoke up again. “Yeah, he’s huge. Much bigger than Brian.” Tracy read off the phone number and Dani wrote it down. “Are you going to call him?”

“It is the least I can do, right?” Dani replied sweetly. She didn’t find any more pictures.

“I am guessing you have a lot more planned that that, Dani. Whatever you do, be careful.” Tracy warned and then concluded, “And call me with the details afterward.”

Dani laughed and hung up then returned her attention back to the missing phone. She turned on the contact list and began punching in the numbers. Sure enough, there was the owner; Thomas Tank. But there was no other phone number, only an email. She clicked on the email address and began to compose a message: “Hi Thomas, I found your phone at the mall. Give me a call on your number and let’s talk about getting this back to you. Dani.”

Satisfied with her good deed, she went back to the picture and then rolled over onto her stomach. She sandwiched her hand between her legs and began to gyrate her hips, mashing her clit between with her panties and finger tips. She wiggled her legs and stared into the phone screen, fantasizing about having sex with this endowed stranger until she climaxed, then rolled over again and set the phone aside before smelling her fingers. After a minute, she sat up and went to the bathroom to wash her hands and get ready for dinner.

Later that evening, as she sat in her room, Thomas’ phone rang, and it startled her. She quickly grabbed the phone and nearly whispered, “Hello?”

“Hey, uh, is this Dani? I got an email saying I should call.” said the voice.

“Yes, hi! Are you Thomas?”

“Yes, right. Man, I am glad you sent me that message. I just thought I had left my phone in my car.” Thomas exhaled in a relieved manner.

Dani smiled to herself thinking he must not be using the phone enough to notice. Maybe he is unattached, she hoped. “So how would you like to meet? escort acıbadem If you give me your address, maybe I can come over soon and hand it off to you.”

“Uh, sure, I guess. Um, are you free tomorrow, on Saturday?”

Dani’s heart fluttered. Telling her parents she would be going out in the afternoon wouldn’t be questioned. “Oh yes, definitely. That wouldn’t be a problem at all.”

Thomas provided the address and said that around three o’clock would be good. She smiled and promised to be on time. The rest of the evening was spent picking out something special and texting Tracy about her conversation with Thomas.

The next day, Dani put on a very nice fitting pair of jeans and a black mid-riff shirt that had no collar or shoulders and concealed it with a black cover-up so as not to draw the attention of her parents. Her long red hair glowed against the dark fabric and she spent a little time curling the ends to give her normally straight hair a little bounce. A little purple eye makeup and matching purple bangles on her wrists and very dark mascara completed the transformation. She didn’t look 18 anymore, even though her bust line was small. She modeled for herself in the mirror and then decided to add a push up bra to further the seductive effect.

Dani hollered out to her mom as she walked out the door, saying she was going out and started up her Escort ZX2. She smiled at herself as she looked into the mirror and backed out of the drive. Fifteen minutes later, she was parking in front the townhouse that belonged to Thomas. She parted and then pushed her legs together in anticipation before stepping out of the car and approaching the door. She fumbled with her clutch purse with the phone inside as she waited for the door to open.

Thomas opened the door wearing basketball shorts and a tank top. She recognized his muscular chest underneath the tight fitting shirt but quickly shifted her gaze into his eyes. “Hi” she said warmly as she extended her hand. “I am Dani.”

Thomas thrust his hand out quickly and shook her hand and at the same time pulled her gently across the threshold. “Dani, I can’t tell you how relieved I am that you found that. Do you know how many times I have had to replace that already?”

Dani suppressed a snicker as she thought about how many sexting photos he might have also lost. “Well, you are lucky I am an honest person, I guess.” She stood in his hallway and looked around. The decorating lacked a female’s touch and that relieved her.

He started to walk away. “You, uh, want to have a drink or something? Unless you need to be going?” he asked as he turned the corner into the kitchen.

Dani had no intention of leaving yet. “Yes, whatever you have is fine” She sauntered down the hallway to join Thomas in the kitchen. He was filling two cups with ice from the automatic ice maker. “Do you live here alone?”

“Uh, yeah, yeah I do. How about you?” he answered as he poured 7 Up into the two glasses.

Dani smiled weakly and lied, “I live on campus.” Thomas handed her the soda and picked up his phone and began thumbing through the apps and call logs. Dani watched him as she sipped her drink, admiring again how his broad chest filled out his shirt when Thomas chuckled.

“Who did you send this message to, Dani?” he said with a curious smile. Dani nearly choked.

“I was trying to see if my friend might have recognized you.” she stammered and then realizing how stupid that sounded.

Thomas laughed. “From the waist down? This is embarrassing. I hope you didn’t do anything else with that picture, Dani. That wasn’t very nice.” His toned changed slightly and he was somewhat scowling at her.

Dani was beet red. “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry. I am the one who should be embarrassed! Thomas…I am really sorry.”

Thomas’s lips curled slightly at the edges. “Was it another girl? You aren’t going to post that online are you, cause that would piss me off.”

“Shit!” thought Dani, “Why didn’t I delete that message?” “No, no, I just, uh, just wanted to show that off to my friend. It is, uh, impressive” she meekly trailed off the last sentence.

Thomas sized up the girl again before speaking again. “You think so, huh?”

Trying to take the attention off of the message itself, she spoke more excitedly. “Oh yeah, definitely so. I mean, whoever you sent that to, must have thought so too, right?”

He put the phone down and took a deep drink of the 7-Up. An awkward pause followed. “You want to go upstairs?”

Dani couldn’t believe it, this was going to be easier than she had hoped. “Yeah…you going to show it to me?”

Thomas was walking around the bar now and was waiting for her to get down from the bar stool. “Sure, if that’s all you want.” He led the way upstairs to the bedroom at the top of the stairs and opened the door. The room was a large master with an attached master bathroom and a closet that bordered against the wall with the door. The queen sized poster bed was neatly made with ornate pillows. Dani entered and cautiously surveyed the room as Thomas quietly closed the door. “Feel free to escort dudullu sit on the bed, it is comfortable.” Dani did so and placed her hands on the comforter and rubbed the fabric.

She looked up from the bed and started to remark about the decorating but stopped. Thomas was removing his shirt and then began to push down his basketball shorts. His penis stood upright in his briefs and his tip was visibly prying his waistband away from his body. Dani could feel her heart in her throat and wanted nothing more than to shove it back into place with the help of his big cock.

Thomas confidently strode over the where she was sitting and reached for her right arm, holding the arm with one hand and her hand with his other. “If you really want to see it, here is your chance.” He moved her hand over the outline in his underwear and held it there for a second, then brushed her fingertips along the outline before releasing her to move as she pleased.

Although Dani wasn’t new to this situation or what she knew, no, wanted to happen, she stared at the inviting man meat with some trepidation. This was by far the biggest dick she had ever experienced first hand and this was still a guy she didn’t even know. But every girl has a one night stand once in her life, right? she rationalized as she pulled down at the waist band and watched the python spring forth. Geesh! It was certainly closer to eight inches than seven, maybe eight and a half. She moved her hands around to his hips and began pushing the underwear from off of his hips and ass. He lifted his legs as the briefs reached his ankles and stepped out of them. She leaned forward and cupped his balls with one hand and took hold at the base of the shaft with the other. She opened her mouth wide and invited the member in.

Without any hesitation now, she began working over the cock with her mouth and hand. Oh god, how big and strong it felt. Her panties were getting moist just thinking about how this would feel inside her. The rocking of her head caused her hair to move in time around her face and she found herself pausing to push it back or shake it away from her eyes and cheeks.

“Let me help with that, baby” Thomas said and he gripped the hair together at the base of her skull like a makeshift ponytail. He tilted his head to the side to watch her work diligently. “Yeah, that’s real good, oooooo.” he hissed. Soon though, he began rocking his hips slightly and she could feel his grip tightening on her hair. She knew what that meant, he was now taking control and wasn’t getting a blow job. He was fucking her face. And so, more of him was going deeper into her mouth and throat and that was making things sloppy. Drool was now gathering at the corners of her mouth and her throat was convulsing some as the gag reflex began to kick in. She coughed and wheezed as she pushed herself off the impaler.

“Sorry about that, I got a little carried away, didn’t I? Hey, let’s try to make this a little easier and enjoyable for both of us.” Thomas raised her to her feet as she finished wiping her mouth off against her arm, then lifted her shirt up and over her head. She complacently lifted her arms. As the garment cleared her face, he leaned in and gave her a kiss, putting his hands on the back pockets of her jeans and pulling her next to him. She could feel his hot and saliva covered cock against her exposed stomach. “Lie on your back, facing me.” He whispered and stroked her face.

Dani wasn’t sure what was happening and sat on the bed again. Thomas picked her feet up from the floor and turned her to the side as he lifted them onto the bed. “Get all the way around and lie back, let your head fall off the bed” he said. She was now looking at him upside down. He had stepped back and had his penis in hand, approaching her. “This will stop the gagging.” He pushed his tip past her lips and into her mouth again. He could see her throat expand as his cock went deep into it. “Oh yeah, just like that.” he encouraged her.

Dani was stunned. “So this is how you deep throat a guy this big” she surmised. Thomas began fucking her mouth and throat, pulling all of the way out so that she could breath and then pushing nearly all the way back in. She could feel his pubic hair tickling her nose. Thomas had bent over slightly and was now massaging her breasts through her padded bra.

“I love small breasted women, Dani” he spoke to her reassuringly as he flipped up her cups to reveal her aroused nipples. He tweaked and twisted each one carefully then massaged the small mounds around them again. His hands felt as large and equally strong as his cock. The action also aroused him and Dani could feel his cock flexing in her mouth. She wondered if she could drown if he were to come like this . But that isn’t what Thomas had in mind at all. He hands moved down to her jeans and were now working on the button and zipper. Once they were unfastened, Thomas pulled away from her and went around the bed to finish removing her sneakers and pants.

He didn’t say anything, but pulled the pants off from under her butt and down her thighs. The action started the removal of her escort kavacık panties as well and Dani lifted her hips and started to remove those as well, but Thomas took them from her at the knees and finished the job. Then, placing his hands under her knees, he pulled her across the bed closer to him and raised her legs up against his shoulders, her butt was hanging just a few inches off of the bed. He used one hand to guide his dick between her legs and the other hand was combing through her red bush, looking for her clit. “God, I love natural red heads. You are blessed, you know that, Dani?” She giggled nervously as she looked at his massive cock head sliding over and around her slit, then removed her ponytail holder and let her hair down for more comfort.

“I…I want you to fuck me, just…take it a little slow, ok? That can’t be the first time you have heard that, am I right?” she asked apprehensively.

He was now thumbing around the little hot button of her clit. “I am way ahead of you baby, don’t worry, you are going to like this.” He began to slide his thumb around the area and then down the moistened and now opening slit of her vagina. Soon he had parted the petals that held the prized pussy closed and was moving and massaging his digit inside her.

“Oh yes, yes” she said softly and closed her eyes.

Thomas softly swirled his thumb until she was thoroughly moistened. He moved his hand under her butt and lifted her slightly to his massive cock, then leaned forward and pierced her opening womanhood with it. Dani winced initially, but she was so into it that the pain subsided quickly. Thomas , still on his knees, gently pulled at her while thrusting his own hips forward slightly. “I love looking at all of you when we fuck,” he said. She opened her eyes and watched him drink her in with his eyes. In her mind, he appeared like a god towering over her and she was the sacrifice to him, pleasing to his eyes.

Each thrust pushed a little deeper than before and soon she could feel him deeper than any boy she had ever been with. The sensation was different too, as if he had discovered something new she had never felt before. Her lips parted and a sound escaped that nearly embarrassed her.

The expressions and sounds she made pleased Thomas, and he wanted more of it. He pushed a little deeper and stronger than before. “Yeah, is it like you imagined, Dani?” he asked, watching her writhe around below him.

“Better.” she smiled.

Thomas let her legs drop to the bed and leaned down to kiss her. His hands moved to her wrists and pushed them above her head as he kissed her gently and then stopped to watch her as he suddenly fucked her faster. Her eyes opened wide and she moaned. It was a bit frightening, as if she were being forcibly taken, but when Thomas kissed her again, the pleasure returned greater than before. She arched her head backwards and groaned as he filled her with himself and sensations not felt before.

The deep fucking continued until she finally came, gritting her teeth tightly then exhaling all of the air and emotion that was inside her. The pleasure was so intense that she had to push him away as the orgasm peaked. Thomas pushed off and watched her quiver, then kissed her pert nipples again as the wave subsided. His cock’s dark purple head leaked slightly over her red bush.

He stood up and reached into a nightstand and pulled out a chain of connected condoms, removing one of the links and then tearing the package open, he rolled the magnum sized prophylactic over his member and then stood towards the back of the bed. He gently slapped at her hip, indicating his desire to have her roll over. She flipped her head and her body followed, and then tucked her knees, raising her hind end up. She reached for a pillow, then rested her arms on it, tossing her long red hair to the side and looking back at Thomas.

He pinched her ass cheek and she yelped. “Get those knees apart, Dani, then brace yourself real well. This is going to get a little rough.” She curled her lower lip into her mouth and did as he told her. He placed is right hand on her stomach and used his left hand to handle his love stick into her gaping gash. He was no longer gentle about it, pushing in all the way and then thrusting hard immediately.

“Ohhh, ohhhh, ohhhhhh!” she cried out with each penetration. Thomas gripped her firmly around her bosoms with both hands, and slapped her buttocks repeatedly with his thighs as he rapidly fucked her. It didn’t take long for him to issue into the condom.

“Damn that is a nice, tight pussy, Dani,” he said as he rolled onto his back next to her. “I think I might like to tap that again sometime.”

Dani collapsed on the bed atop the pillow, her hair cascading into her face. She brought her thumb to her mouth and gently bit into her nail. She thought she might like that too, but didn’t say so. Instead she coyly replied, “We will just have to wait and see, won’t we?” Her hand moved across his stomach and down to the base of his still plump cock. She squeezed him near the bottom of the condom gently pushing out any remaining seminal fluid inside. Thomas pushed the hair up out of her eyes and then kissed her forehead before rising up to go remove the condom and flush it away. Dani took the opportunity to get dressed quickly. She was grateful she didn’t need to clean up, although she suddenly felt a little dirty. It was then that she noticed the little bit of his cum seeping from her hair into the front of her panties.

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The next morning I went for a swim in the ocean while everyone was still asleep and the coffee was brewing. The salt water was invigorating, and I kept thinking back to last night. Even as I was having coffee, I was caught up in the memory. I was smiling to myself when Bella shambled up the stairs, sleep still in her eyes.

“Hello,” she said as I poured her some juice. She was wearing little grey cotton panties and a plain white tee-shirt, her black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. Her nipples could been seen through the thin material thanks to the bright morning light. How I wished to be able to see more.

She smiled at me as she walked past and added, “Nicky is still sleeping. Mind if I wait around until she wakes up?”

“Sure, I’m actually going to grab a quick shower and get the salt water off of me. Why don’t you sit down and wake up slowly? Then we can all go off and do something.”

“Sounds good.” With that she set down her juice and started getting herself something to eat in the kitchen. I watched her muscular form as she moved around, and my cock immediately started to respond. I quickly made my way to the bathroom to put my naughty plan into action.

I turned on the steaming hot shower, and left the door wide open. Checking that all the towels were missing, I then stepped into the shower. As I did this, my cock flopped stiffly from side to side. I still could not believe it. Nicole and Bella had driven me mad with lust. My own daughter was the subject of my most erotic fantasies! But, I could not act on those; however, I was going to act on my lust for Bella. I still could not believe what I was about to do – AGAIN – expose myself to a teenage girl, expose myself in front of my daughter’s friend.

I reached down and adjusted the water temperature. I stepped under the spray and turned my body just enough to conceal myself from her. I didn’t want her to see me straight off. I wanted to toy with her. I wanted to tease her and get her worked up nice and slow.

I rinsed my short, light brown hair under the spray and waited for her to get into place and get settled. I knew it would not take long. Then I heard the telltale sound of someone coming up the tile steps to master suite. With much anticipation I watched for any movement in the hallway. My heart skipped a beat when I saw her come into view.

I could see Bella find me in the mirror as she stepped up. She gave me a steady gaze before ducking herself behind the wall again like she had done the other day. My cock stiffened and began to rise and swell, I could feel the veins pop out as it started to throb. Everything was in place. I had to take a deep breath to compose myself. Bella’s eyes were on me again and it was electrifying, but I secretly wished my daughter were the one to be here right now.

I grabbed the soap and began to lather up my chest. With my backside still facing her I moved from side to side enjoying the warmth of the water and enjoying the fact I was being watched. What a turn on! I lathered up again but this muğla escort time I brought my right hand back and soaped up my butt. I worked my hand around and around giving myself a good scrubbing.

As I moved around I took the opportunity to look into the mirror. I had to see her, I had to see if my little antics got Bella to start touching herself again. Sure enough, her head was rhythmically moving up and down, her straight black ponytail swaying back and forth. I built the picture in my mind. I pictured her lovely hand deep in her crotch darting in and out of her pussy, her small and firm breasts being pushed together between her arms. Maybe she had pulled her bikini bottoms over her tiny butt, down to her thighs giving herself free reign with her hand. It was a sight that I would love to see and hoped to very soon.

The sight of her heightened my own arousal tremendously. We were both watching each other but only one of us was enjoying it as an exhibitionist. I took a deep breath and slowly turned exposing myself to her in profile. I continued to watch her. Her gaze was intent and firm. Her mouth dropped open slightly at the first sight of me in bright light and then she closed it and bit down lightly on her lower lip in a wanton way. What an incredible turn on to see Bella react in such a way.

Slowly I turned to face her and grabbed the soap again. I am sure she was waiting for this moment, waiting for the show to again happen, waiting for me to finish up cleaning myself and grab my cock and stroke myself off for her. I resisted the temptation to do it then and there. I had other plans.

I soaped up my chest and rinsed it off. As I did this I swayed my hips back and forth causing my cock to flop heavily from side to side. The soapy water cascaded down my body and dribbled down and around my balls. Again the warm water and the fact I was exposing myself heightened my state of arousal. I knew if I touched either my cock or balls I would explode.

I took another deep breath. It was now time to implement my plan. I was beside myself. It had to work. Bella and I were both at the peak of our arousals. My hand shook slightly with anticipation as I quickly reached down and turned the water off. I stepped over and pulled the sliding glass ajar and yelled out.

“Hey Bella, are you there? If you are, can you help me? I need a towel, there are no towels in here.”

This was the plan, and I had removed the bath towels for this very reason. She would have to bring me one and when she did I would make sure she sees me, I will make sure she sees my erection. But there was more, much more. I waited for several long moments and then called out again. She must have time to collect herself, to decide to do it or not, to decide how to react.

“Hey, can you help? I need a towel…” I said aloud and allowed my voice to trail off like I was disappointed that there was no help coming.

Again, I waited. My heart raced when Bella finally appeared. “Hello,” she said, ordu escort “you need a towel?” she asked as she held one up. As anticipated she played it up and discretely turned her head and gaze from me as she approached. I did my part as well and stood back behind the glass and to the side as she got closer.

I could not believe she was only paces away and I was standing there with my cock still very hard and throbbing and my balls full of sperm and ready to explode. As she neared she held the towel out with an outstretched arm for me to grab. I pushed the glass door open just enough so that I could reach for the towel. I gave it a slight tug and Bella released it. I purposely did the same and the towel fell to the floor.

“Sorry,” she immediately said, thinking she had dropped it and quickly knelt down to pick it up.

This was it. I was going to expose myself to this Bella up close and personal. I pushed the glass door further aside and stepped forward so that I was now facing her straight on. There was nothing between her and me now. Sure enough she looked up. I was beside myself. My 8″ cock stood straight up and out with a slight upward arc and was not more than a foot and a half away from Bella’s lovely face.

From her angle she was looking just up at the underside of my cock and straight onto my swollen balls. You could not get any more personal than this. I never knew it could be so exhilarating to expose yourself in this way! My cocked twitched slightly up and down with every beat of my heart as I watched Bella – my daughter’s friend – stare at my erect manhood. She took a quick moment and then began to put on an act.

“OH MY!” she gasped and then turned her head and eyes away as if looking up at me was accidental.

She grabbed the towel and thrust it upward towards me and took her other hand and covered her eyes. As I grabbed the towel she stood up quickly and stepped back turning her head completely away from me.

“Really it is okay, you can turn around now.” My heart raced.

The way I said it – I am sure – made her believe I had wrapped the towel around myself and it was now safe to turn around. But the fact was, I had not. I had the towel still in my hand. I had brought it up to my head to start drying my hair off. As she started to turn I stepped out of the shower. I was still very wet and quite a bit of water dripped onto the bath mat.

“Oh!” she gasped again when she saw I was not covered and she quickly looked away again.

But, Bella did not stand; instead she adjusted her position on the mat to be more comfortable.

“I really don’t mind if you see me. I know in fact, that you HAVE seen me. You and Nicole watched me jerk off last night. I saw you pleasuring your selves too. You turned me on more than you could imagine.”

Slowly she turned her head and faced me. My heart pounded yet again. Bella glanced up at my cock and then at me. I could see it in this girl’s eyes she could not believe I could be so bold. osmaniye escort I felt so incredibly nasty standing there completely naked and fully erect in front of my daughter’s friend. She licked her lips as we locked eyes, I could see her chest heaving in excitement.

“I should go,” she hastily said as she started to turn quickly to head out of the bathroom.

“Wait, please” I said softly. She stopped immediately. My heart raced faster it was now time for the second part of my plan. I reached down and grabbed her hand, placing it on my rock hard erection. I could smell her musky scent on my hands, now that I had touched hers.

“You are one naughty man,” she said breathlessly as she looked at her wet hand touching me intimately.

My cock began to twitch wildly. I knew I would not be able to take much more of this. Her hand was so soft and warm and made my balls tingle. I began to shudder and my legs got weak. Sensing this she moved herself over a little to get herself into a better position and slowly brought her delicate little hand up and around the shaft of my cock. I looked at her intently. My cock was so engorged that her hand almost did not make it all the way around. She held her hand there teasing me for what seemed like forever.

With a grin, she pulled her t-shirt up over her head, revealing her firm breasts. They were smaller and firmer than my daughter’s, but the sight of them caused my cock to twitch wildly in anticipation. I was close, very close. Bella’s Asian features had always been attractive to me, and here I had her on her knees in front of me – topless.

Slowly Bella placed her hand back on my cock and slid her hand up the length of my shaft. She held it there as well, again teasing me. One downward stroke was going to be all it would take. I knew it, and she knew. It was all too much for me to see my daughter’s friend with her hand wrapped around the shaft of my cock poised to stroke down and set me off, poised to cause my cock to explode and shoot my sperm out all over the bathroom. Poised to start jacking me until my balls are dry. I couldn’t help but imagine what my daughter’s hands would feel like on my cock.

Reading my thoughts, she asked with a grin, “Should I call you daddy while I do this?”

She then did it. She tightened her grip and stroked down the complete length of my shaft. The soft skin of her hand felt incredible as it glided over the many contours of my thick shaft. I exploded in a thick stream that shot out violently.

The initial stream sailed up and into her hair. On cue she began to pump my cock in earnest. Again stream after stream kept coming, even more so than the night prior. I reached out and grabbed her shoulder to steady myself. Eight, nine, ten eruptions. My sperm was everywhere. In her hair, on her beautiful firm breasts, on the floor and all over her hands. Finally I was empty but my cock kept twitching. She continued to stroke me but more gingerly. Slowly she squeezed the last bit out of the tip of my cock. It dribbled down the back of her hand to the floor.

“Wow, Bella, thank you,” I said, “that was incredible.”

She smiled.

“Well, I hope it lived up to your expectations. I suspect you might want someone else to do this next time,” she said playfully as she licked my semen off her hand, “But, for now … I think it is my turn in the shower now.”

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That night, I was elated beyond my wildest imagination. I couldn’t help smiling gleefully, my stomach was filled with butterflies and my heart beat faster than a man running a marathon. I felt as if I had gone to heaven and back so many times and each time was better than the last. I was a man in charge now, I now knew what full and total control felt like.

From where I sat on the hall floor, I had a viewing that other guys could only dream about: two women sitting opposite me, as naked as the day they were born, with their legs stretched out and their hands touching each other’s bodies. They smiled and giggled, which only heightened the excitement and electricity in the room. But the best part was, they were my sisters. And I had fucked them.

Correction, I should say that I had been fucking them the whole day. That morning, I had done what many guys in my school had always talked about: having sex with wild Rebecca, or Becky, and making love to Amy, my formerly virgin younger sister. Of course, it took a little coaxing, what with me being their brother and all. But in so doing, I had unknowingly unleashed their pent-up teenage sexual passion and frustration like never before. That suited me fine, since I too am a young, virile teenager, so I helped them out in every sexual way to our hearts’ content.

And now, it was dinner time. We had ordered pizza since none of us felt like leaving the house nor cooking. One thing great about pizza: the sauce and toppings can be sloughed off and placed on any surface to be eaten. We found that eating it off breasts, cunts, assholes and dick were the best places. Needless to say, we made a mess of the hall but it was all in good fun. I especially enjoyed watching Amy eat out Becky’s pussy while she groaned loudly in pleasure. Both of them had orgasms throughout dinner, then they made me cum to add some ‘spice’ to their slices of pizza.

We were in the middle of another pizza-eating delight when we heard the front door unlock. I turned my head to see who it was while Becky and Amy froze with surprise. In walked mom. She was clad in the same outfit she had worn that day, and from my vantage position on the floor, I caught sight of her white panties under the short skirt.

Amy yelped and tried to hide herself with a cushion while Becky just continued staring. Mom saw all three of us sitting in a messy pile in the middle of the hall and laughed. “My goodness,” she said, “I thought I had done a better job in teaching the three of you how to eat.”

I saw the fear in Becky and Amy’s eyes. Although I had told them that I had fucked mom, it seemed that I hadn’t gotten the message across that mom was also privy to our incestuous situation. So to relieve their fears, I got up and walked to mom, my dick flopping around loosely. I put a hand behind mom’s head and pulled her to me. “Hi, mom,” I said and kissed her loudly on her lips. Mom responded by wrapping her arms around my chest and head and opened her mouth, letting our tongues meet and our salivas mix. She put a hand on my bum…

… and pulled back. “Yuck!” she exclaimed, looking at her tomato sauce-covered palm. “What’s this?”

I looked at the stain and laughed. “Err, I guess that’s what’s left of our dinner.”

She looked at me, then at Amy and Becky, who were unsure of what to think about. Mom glared at Amy. “And I suppose you have sauce on your chest, which is now being rubbed onto the pillow.”

Amy slowly removed the pillow. True enough, it was stained with sauce and some toppings. “I… I’m sorry, mom,” she whimpered.

“You’ll just have to clean it up then.” She looked at the three of us, then at the pizza box. “In fact, all of you will have to clean this mess.”

Becky and Amy, who were already horrified and embarrassed about being caught in the buff by mom, now were totally speechless. Mom must have sensed that, because she walked up to them, pecked them lightly on their cheeks, then looked over their bodies. “My goodness, you two have really grown up to be beauties.”

The girls were still speechless. Then Becky, being the braver of the two, touched mom’s arm lightly. Mom encouraged her by putting her hand on her breast. Then she took Amy’s hand and placed it on her other breast. “Does that feel good?” she asked them.

They knew what to do them. Both sisters alternately kissed mom as they fondled her body. I just çeşme escort sat back and watched the amazing lesbian scene. This was better than any porn video I had ever seen. The sight of two naked and beautiful teenagers making out with a woman whose clothes hid the beauty and mystery of her body was more than I had ever wanted. I took hold of my dick and starting jerking it slowly.

Mom stopped kissing to look at me. “Dean, dear,” she said, “stop doing that.”

“Doing what?”

“Masturbating yourself.”

“Why? That’s what guys do.”

“Yes, but you’ll want to keep your cum for your gift.”

Then I remembered. Mom had promised me a gift for fucking my sisters. I had totally forgotten about it. A wide smile spread across my face and I stopped jerking. “Ok, mom, give it to me.”

“Not here, it’s… private.” She turned to Amy and Becky. “Why don’t the two of you just have fun together while your brother and I have a private moment?”

Amy giggled. “Sure,” Becky said. They took each other’s hands and went into the kitchen. “C’mon, there’s more stuff to play with inside,” Becky said to Amy.

“Just don’t finish it all or you’ll be paying for groceries next week!” mom yelled at them.

I stood up and wrapped my arms around mom, pressing my hard dick into her back. “Now, about that gift.”

She didn’t say anything. She just took hold of my dick and led me up the stairs. As we walked, all I could see – and enjoy – was her swaying ass. I reached out and grabbed it. She didn’t stop me, so I just left my hands there until we were in her room. Then she let go of me and walked to her dresser.

“So what happened today?” she asked as she took off her jewellery.

I moved behind her. As I helped her undress, I recounted my many sexual exploits that day, making sure not to leave out any juicy, intimate and sensual details. I had started off the day by managing to seduce and fuck Becky and Amy. After that, Becky, Amy and I had a bit of fun in Amy’s room, with them sucking my dick, then going on all fours to let me penetrate them from behind. After I had cum into Becky’s pussy, Amy leant down and swallowed whatever dripped out. We then decided to have a bath to freshen up, so into the shower we went. We never knew water, soap and shampoo could be such a potent combination. By the time we had finished bathing, I had fucked them again in the shower, over the sink and on the toilet. The bathroom became misty not from the heat of the hot water but our perspiring bodies.

The fun didn’t stop there. Over breakfast, Becky and Amy decided to change their diets and feasted on my dick. I came into Becky’s mouth and she fed some of it to Amy, who spat it out. Apparently, she still had a bit more to learn about properly eating out a guy to the end. By then, I was spent, so we spend the rest of the morning playing with each other. Amy was still all over the both of us and Becky was the one who suggested that we try to have a normal lunch. And by normal, I meant that we ate lunch at the dining table – naked, of course.

I decided to watch some TV, so Becky and Amy had a little fun by themselves. I watched them kiss and suck each other’s bodies, focussing their attention on their breasts. In fact, they spent so much time on their tits that I thought they had forgotten about the rest of their bodies. It turns out that women really had something about breasts, something that guys had forgotten, so I made sure that I learned my lesson at that moment. Later, they went into a sixty-nine position to eat each other out. Needless to say, I didn’t watch much TV that afternoon.

By evening, I was back in the saddle again. We fucked all over the house. Wherever there was an empty spot, there would be one of the girls with my dick firmly implanted in her pussy. We did it on the dining table, in the laundry room, on the stairs and against the walls. We even made some interesting music on the piano.

But the biggest shocker was to come. When the pizza guy arrived, Becky and Amy greeted him in the buff. He was so shocked that he nearly dropped the pizza. Luckily, Becky had quick reflexes and took it from him. Meanwhile, Amy quickly undid his pants, took his cock out, then pulled him into the house. This shocked Becky and me, Amy was always the courteous, considerate sibling, but now, she başakşehir escort was a wanton sex femme fatale. She went down on the poor guy and he came into her mouth almost immediately. She had no time to react and swallowed his cum as it he shot it out. She quickly turned away and started coughing and gagging, while her hand continued working on his dick. When she had recovered, she gave him another good long lick. Unfortunately, the guy was such a prude that all he could do was pull away and rush out of the house with his dick still hanging out. He didn’t even bother to wait for us to pay. Then we had some dinner fun, which is when mom entered the house.

When I finished my story, mom was already naked and sitting at the edge of her bed. “My goodness, that Amy,” she said. “Who would’ve known?”

“The funny thing is, that slut still refuses to let me cum in her,” I added.

Mom looked at me sternly. “Don’t speak about your sister like that. Although we have this… thing going on, we are still family and family members don’t call one another names.”

I apologised sheepishly. She might be my lover, but she was still my mother and I had to obey her.

She reached up and took my dick. She stroked it gently and kissed the tip. “I hope you still have enough cum for your dear mother,” she purred.

“Oh yeah, mom, you can count on it.”

“That’s good.” And she took my whole dick into her mouth. She pushed it all the way in and let it stay there for a while. I was shocked at watching my mother deepthroat. I never knew her mouth was that, that flexible. I moaned and felt a tugging at my balls, but I managed to hold back. My legs nearly buckled from the intense feeling. Then mom pulled out and looked at me. “Did you like that?”

“Holy cow, mom, don’t stop!”

So she didn’t. She continued deepthroating me and I continued screaming and groaning. Her mouth was incredible, it was one helluva sucking machine. And her tongue, the way it roamed all over my tongue and licked my balls, it was like it had a life of its own. I pulled mom’s head against me each time she went down, I had to have more, more! But I knew she had her limits and let go when I heard her gagging.

Finally, she stopped and took a deep breath. “Oh wow, I’ve never done it like that before,” she said.

“Even with dad?”

“Your dad’s another story, one I don’t want to tell right now.”

“Ok, whatever. So, was that your gift to me?”

“That was just part of the gift.” She crawled back and rested against her pillows. I crawled up to her and bent over her body. I kissed her on the lips, then her neck and shoulders. I cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples with my fingers, and swallowed her beautiful mounds. She couldn’t help but moan uncontrollably. Her back arched, pushing her breasts into my face. Knowing what I had learnt from watching my sisters earlier that day, I continued feeding on her breasts and sucking her nipples. My hands massaged them sensually, then moved down her chest to her belly button before coming back up for more breasts.

Mom started shivering and her hips bucked against me. She squeezed her eyes shut and groaned louder. Suddenly, she pulled me against her and held me tightly as her whole body trembled. And when it stopped, she let go of me and lay back on the bed.

“Oh my god,” she sighed, “you made me cum so badly.”

“And that was just with your breasts,” I replied. Now that I had given my mother some pleasure, I decided to give myself some too. I moved down and started eating her pussy. Each time my tongue darted around her pink clit, mom would groan and buck her hips against me. My tongue entered her a few times and she yelped. She coated my face with her juices.

“Oh, fuck me, fuck me!” she demanded.

I didn’t need to hear that a second time. I pushed my dick into her and started fucking her furiously. I had been waiting for more than ten hours to reenter her hot hole and was rewarded with the feeling of her tight, wet pussy. She worked her body against me as I pounded into her, her cunt muscles squeezing against my member.

“Oh mom, this is great!” I yelled. “Oh fuck, yeah!” I looked down at my balls slamming against her crotch, enjoying the wet slapping sound. “I think I’m gonna cum soon!”

“No!” she screamed. “Not yet!”

“But, küçükçekmece escort mom…”

“Your gift, I need to give you your gift!”

“You’re giving it to me now.” And I banged into her to show it.

“No, not my pussy, my ass! My gift is my ass!”

I couldn’t believe my ears. Did she just say that she was giving her ass to me? I was so shocked that my body worked on intertia, continuing to fuck her while the words settled into me.

She groaned, then yelled, “Fuck my ass!”

This time, I heard her loud and clear. I pulled out, grabbed her ankles and pushed her legs over her body. Her little pink asshole was now exposed to me. I grinned as I fingered it. It was so tight, I could barely fit a finger in. “Mom, are you sure you can take my dick?”

“I said fuck it!” she ordered.

“Ok, it’s your ass.” What did I care? As long as I fucked her, it didn’t matter to me whether she felt pain or pleasure, I needed to satisfy my needs, which was to fuck and cum in her, no matter which hole I used. Man, I felt evil. I supposed I should since I was fucking the very person who had given me life. But at that moment, the only thing that mattered to me was fulfilling my desires.

I placed the head of my dick against her asshole and pushed in. She screamed at the top of her lungs and her whole body became tense. I continued pushing. It was going to take a long time since her hole was so tight. It even hurt me as I entered her. Soon, I had the head of my dick in. I let it rest there for a while, then took a deep breath and pushed again. Mom screamed again, her hands squeezing her breasts until the marks of her fingers could be clearly seen.

“Oh Dean, oh, you…you’re so big…oh fuck, yes, yes!”

Then I gave one loud grunt and pushed my whole member in! Mom bucked, her back arched, and loud guttural groan came out of her throat. Before she had a chance to settle down, I was moving in and out of her, and with each thrust, I sent her into intense excitement. By my fifth stroke, mom had come again. I slipped two fingers into her soppy pussy and finger-fucked her as I continued fucking her ass. Mom was screaming unstoppably now and the whole neighborhood must have heard her. I didn’t care and neither did she. We were so into each other that the whole world could explode and we’d still be fucking each other right there and then.

Well, the whole world didn’t explode, but I did. The sensation was too great for me and my dick started shooting into her rectum. Mom gasped and groaned with each spurt while I continued moving in her. I removed my fingers and fed it to her. She sucked them dry hungrily while her ass muscles worked on my dick, emptying me completely.

Finally, I pulled out and let go of her legs. She kept them apart as it was still too painful down there. I looked at her. She was covered with perspiration and, as it glistened on her body, she looked so beautiful. I moved up and kissed her forehead. “That was wonderful, mom,” I said. “Thank you so much.”

“No,” she said, still panting, “thank you. I’ve always wanted to be fucked in the ass but your dad would never…”

I placed a finger on her lips. “Remember, we’re not talking about dad now.” And I kissed her.

“God, that was so strong and intense.” She turned to me. “Was it the same for you?”

“What do you think?”

She smiled and pulled me towards her. We kissed, our mouths open, tasting each other’s perspiration and saliva. I reached down and fingered her pussy. She winced.

“Sorry, dear, but it seems that I’m a bit sore all over.”

“That’s ok, mom. Anytime you’re ready.”

There was a knock on the door. Becky and Amy were standing there, an arm around each other’s back.

“We heard you screaming, mom,” Becky said, “and we couldn’t help but come and watch.”

Amy walked in first. “Did you really fuck her ass?” she asked me.

All I could do was smile.

“God, that’s so nasty!” Then she leaned in and kissed me.

Becky sat next to mom and caressed her belly. “You are beautiful, mom,” she remarked. “I never knew…”

Mom took both girls’ hands then looked at all three of us. “Listen,” she said, “what we have here, it’s something special and different. We might enjoy it, but the world doesn’t think it’s right, so we’ll have to keep it a secret.”

“No problems there, mom,” I said. “I just have one question.”

Mom looked at me. “What’s that?”

I cleared my throat and made myself look as serious as possible. “This started out as my summer job, so my question is: do I still get paid?”

Mom grabbed my dick while Becky and Amy moved towards me. “Each and every day,” she said.

And that was how my summer began.

End

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I was tired as hell after completing the night shift and just wanted to make it home to my bed. It was about three in the morning when I pulled into the car port of my apartment complex. I sat there for a few minutes dozing in my car before I was jolted out of the beginnings of a deep sleep by a departing jeep Cherokee. Every bone in my body was aching as I gathered up my lunch box half falling out of the car to the pavement. I managed to gather myself worrying that someone happening upon me would mistake me for some sort of alcoholic. I lived on the first floor just above the basement parking garage but still struggled to make it up the four stone steps that led to the narrow exterior corridor to my apartment.

“What the-?!!” I unlocked my front door finding it blocked with some semi-heavy item which turned out to be a big, pull-on suitcase. I figured my wife had brought some new luggage and was too lazy to put it in the closet behind the door. Linda was somewhat of a slob, but I put up with her because she appealed to some of my baser instincts; namely we got along famously between the sheets. We’d been married for six months and it was long enough that I knew she was gonna turn into Mrs. Beaver as the house gradually became a cluttered, junky mess.

My living room had an open floor plan that combined it with the kitchen in the form of a glorified kitchenette which meant I could look out over the adjacent living room. I wearily put my lunch box on the counter noticing the television was playing, but muted. The coffee table was littered in multiple boxes of Chinese takeout along with various bottles of beer and soda. There was some sort of weird, crazy looking anime playing on my fifty-inch flat screen.

“I’m getting tired of this shit.” The irritation that came with the realization that I was going to have to clean up after my wife had me fully awake as I rounded the open counter top.

“Huh, oh?”

My wife was lying face down on the couch with a thick comforter covering her upper half. Her lower body lay exposed illuminated by the television light. She was wearing a blue thong that made her big pale cheeks stand out. Linda was obviously trying to entice me as we hadn’t done it in a few months. The thong was horizontally striped in different shades of blue, the cut making her ass look fuller than usual.

Truth be told, my wife was pretty blah in the looks the department from her shoulder length blonde hair and plain face, standard medium sized breasts with her wide hips and somewhat flabby butt that I enjoyed pounding from the back. Linda was pretty good about sleeping with me, but she was likewise mostly an average lay at best. But tonight, looking down at her butt in those enticing thong panties was waking the proverbial dragon. I’d always been into hips, thighs and legs initially drawn to her because she had those attributes. The duration of our relationship was mostly harmonious drama free, so we ended up going to city hall to tie the knot six months prior. Linda was pretty good about letting me tap that forty six inch butt whenever I wanted. Tonight she was looking way too good to pass up. We hadn’t done it in a while, and it looked like she’d gained a little weight in the right place as far as I was concerned. Her pear shaped butt looked magnificent as I let my hand slide across both cheeks from the far end to the right, luscious oval shaped globe giving it a hearty squeeze.

“What-the-fuck?” The comforter fell away as she rose supporting herself on her elbows staring at my face.

This woman wasn’t my wife; I recognized the harsh face and short ragged bob of dirty blonde hair on her best friend, Kristy McKenzie. My palm was still planted flat in the middle of her right ass cheek for a few seconds as she glared sleepily at me like I’d walked in on her in the bathroom of something.

“You finished?”

“Uhm, sorry; I thought you were Linda.” I withdrew my hand feeling like an idiot as she scratched her hair lazily.

“Yeah, sure.” She went back to sleep without another word, still leaving the comforter up over her butt. It rode up further revealing her small waist. I stared for a few moments before withdrawing remembering from a gathering at a backyard party thrown by a mutual acquaintance of my wife’s. From what I understood, Kristy was this troubled girl from the wrong side of the tracks known to be somewhat of a quote-unquote “Wigger” in that people said she behaved like a black girl or something. I stumbled down the short corridor to my bedroom which was adjacent to the bathroom.

Linda was in our large, queen sized bed fast asleep wearing one of my plain white t-shirts and a pair of decidedly boring, pink granny panties. Even if I couldn’t see her face, the loud snoring was a dead giveaway. I stripped down to my underwear considering waking Linda up to ask her why Kristy McKenzie was on my couch. It was my understanding their decade and a half long friendship was rocky at best, downright toxic at worst. Ultimately I decided to wait trusting vipsevgilim.com there was a good enough reason as I slid between the sheets quickly dropping off into a deep sleep.

[DARKNESS]

I awoke with a start shielding my eyes from the sunlight filtering in through my venetian blinds checking my phone. There was a message from Linda telling me Kristy would be our house guest for a couple of days after getting “put out” of her apartment after a disagreement with a roommate. It was ambiguous, but I knew better than to call Linda while she was at work. She worked a crap job in medical billing which helped us jointly pay the bills but was positively draconian in nature. My thoughts shifted to Kristy, sleeping on my couch as I got up cracking my bones as I stretched. I needed to make amends, but first, I had to drain the lizard. I stepped out into the hall pushing the bathroom door open.

“EX-CUSE ME; WHAT THE FUCK?!!” Kristy was sitting hunched over on the toilet.

“Sorry.” I quickly backed away realizing the door hit her in the knees when I pushed it open. Kristy stared at me angrily for a few seconds, slamming the door in my face. The lingering ring in my ears from the sudden loudness remained as I stumbled into the kitchenette area going into my fridge.

“Hey man, what’s up with all the pervy shit; Linda ain’t putting out or something?” Kristy appeared in the living room, visibly annoyed with me. She was wearing this cutoff grey, cotton football jersey that left her well defined abs exposed having slipped on a pair of boy shorts.

“Sorry about that, it was an accident-and last night, too.” I apologized awkwardly trying not to look at her body. Kristy was standing at the end of the counter with her hands on her hips, glaring angrily.

“That wasn’t no accident, man.”

“Yes, it was; I thought you were Linda last night, and I just wanted to use the bathroom this morning.”

“You ain’t think I was no fucking Linda.”

“Yes, Kristy; I thought you were my wife last night on the couch. I didn’t know you were here when I came in this morning.” She scoffed as I noticed her medium sized breasts poking against he fabric of the cutoff jersey.

“Stop lying man; you just helped yourself because I don’t look like no fucking Linda. What on me, looks like her sloppy ass?” Kristy raised her hands doing turning slowly, almost proudly displaying her body. Her prominent teardrop shaped butt hung low from the boy shorts.

“Sloppy, that’s cute.”

“Homeboy look at me; I workout three times a week to keep my shit tight like this and the ass kills Linda’s floppy, pillow booty. You knew what you where doing, just admit it.” I couldn’t call her attitude arrogant because it seemed like she truly believed it. Her voice kind of drug when she spoke almost like an exaggerated faux southern drawl. Her toxicity was confirmed as I’d slid right into an argument with the harsh blonde. Her slightly pock marked face reminded me of Mila Jovovich for some reason.

“So Kristy, when are you leaving?” I was ready to put her out on the curb. I didn’t feel like dealing with some angry bitch.

“Oh, it’s like that, huh?” Her narrow eyes went wide as she gestured, arms spread outward.

“Like what?”

“Alright, I’ll play motherfucking ball, homie.” Kristy backed away from the counter, rounding it into the living room facing my television. Before I even realized what she was doing, Kristy yanked the boy shorts down stepping out of them and kicking them to the side.

“Shit.”

Kristy McKenzie was what you could comfortably call “slender and stacked” displaying the slender toned body of an athlete offset be perfectly wide hips that sloped downward into these muscular looking legs and inconsequential feet. The real story was the ass, which one could definitely compare to the stereotypical big, bubbled butt of some black women.

“Come get it, big dawg.” Kristy punctuated the abrasive declaration reaching back, loudly slapping her expansive cheeks.

“Excuse me?!” Kristy turned at the hip looking even more irritated than before at my exclamation.

“Look, you ain’t gotta play the game; Linda ain’t here so lets just toss all that little cat and mouse shit in the trash. You want some pussy, right? Come tap this shit real quick like, homie.” She walked over mounting the couch on her knees with her elbows resting on its back.

“Uhm…” Kristy glanced at me from the couch with this snarky, knowing smirk arching her back. This made the side view of her curvy rear end stand out even more.

“Man, stop playing the game and get your thirsty ass over here!” It seemed trading sexual favors for a couch was no big deal to her as I acted without thought rounding the corner to get a closer look at her butt. Kristy knew what she was working with pushing her tush back further while straightening her back until she was kneeling on the cushions. There was a shiny nature to her cheeks, a little rosy with a smattering of light pimples biristanbulmasali.com on each cheek.

Kristy was surprisingly tight and gummy on the inside as I grabbed her hips driving myself home deep inside her. She didn’t miss a beat leaning over arching her back in a feline manner that made her cheeks spread apart revealing herself full of my girth. I just went for broke pounding her out as hard as humanly possible. I tried to go even harder noticing her cheeks parted wider when I pushed against them with the full brunt of my weight. Her butt was visually fantastic, its true spade or heart shape colliding loose and jiggly with my crotch. Kristy worked with me, humping and sawing her hips in a downward motion onto the base of my cock giving me the impression that she was trying to speed things up. I was in the void mentally, planting my foot up on the couch next to her knee. I leaned over pushing hard inside her flexing cunt trying to get over the hump. Kristy went in for the kill when I asked about her stay, exploiting a weakness only my wife would’ve known. I keep my butt fetish to myself for the most part, clueing my wife in after we’d dated for a while after being prompted.

“Do it man; give me some nut.” Kristy demanded through gritted teeth. Her blue language added to the cheap, nasty quality of my infidelity.

I was already past the point of no return, happily pulling out as several ropes of thick semen covered her butt in nearly unrelenting waves until it was glazed over. Kristy moaned and whined, rocking her athletic body back and forth, casually bumping into my pelvis leaving some oily residue there. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her big butt, rubbing and tapping my cock on the left cheek. Kristy looked back reaching down to spread my spunk all over the other cheek with a self-satisfied smile on her harsh face. Enthralled sensually, I let my still erect cock rest in the crack of her large, heart shaped butt. Kristy lightly rocked back and forth massaging my tumescence.

“You good now, motherfucker?”

“Yeah.”

“More importantly now; we good, big homie?” Kristy arched her back almost unnaturally demonstrating a high level of flexibility that I recalled was fostered when she was little through gymnast training. Kristy supposedly was a gifted athlete until her senior year where she suddenly trashed a promising career. Linda always alluded to drug use as the reason, but I was looking at a woman who still worked out hard. There was a contrast in that habit; some untold story of her fall from grace.

“Sure.”

“So if you want a little, just ask, man; I know what I’m working with and its only natural that you have to pay the cost to be the boss, right?”

“I didn’t tell you to do that, Kristy.”

“You didn’t say no either; I think you should give that shit some thought.” She added with a long yawn at the end devaluing my carnal efforts.

“What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Nothing.” Kristy stood sliding the jersey over her head revealing small, lemon sized and shaped breasts that sloped from her chest. She absentmindedly cupped them, squeezing hard as her tiny nipples became erect. The look on her face told me that she felt my actions were a foregone conclusion as she walked down the corridor to the bathroom closing the door, loudly.

“Oh shit; what the fuck have I done?” I facepalmed.

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Nothing happened after that in the next three weeks as Kristy became a regular part of our lives. Linda seemed happy to have her around for the most part, but there was the occasional dustup ironically due to Kristy’s lack of housekeeping. It seemed like a big bowl of karma as Linda often complained about her friend’s slovenly nature. I stayed out of their arguments preferring a neutral position still worried my infidelity would be exposed in some manner. Kristy went about her business coming and going often disappearing for a few days before popping up knocking on our door, usually at importune moments. I was waiting for a threat or some extortion that never came. I began to figure that giving up her body was no big deal as long as she got to continue squatting in my home.

“Hey man, you think about me at all?” Kristy asked one morning when I arose from my slumber midday like usual. I worked the graveyard shift, and this was part of my routine. This particular morning I found Kristy sitting on the couch watching anime with a newfound toy, a hookah.

“I don’t know how to answer that.”

“Keep it one hundred, homie.” Her faux dialect still rankled me a little, but she was usually uncomfortably direct whenever she spoke on something.

“I think about it-often.” Kristy took a long hit before smiling to herself at the compliment. Today, the strawberry blonde was wearing a simple t-shirt and nothing else. It was obvious she was nude underneath along with the flowery smell of my wife’s body wash manitam.net about her person.

“Why you don’t come at me?”

“Come at you?”

“Don’t be dense; I already told you that all you gotta do, is ask.” She took another hit as I noticed small piles of ash on the coffee table she happened to be using. Linda would definitely be complaining about that later.

“You were serious about that?” Kristy rolled her eyes staring up at the ceiling before regarding me.

“Man, you need to get out of your shit; come over here.” She patted as pot beside her on the couch smiling as I took a seat. I was nervous, my heart thumping at the prospect of screwing her again.

“Uhm, okay.”

“Take a hit.” Kristy offered the hookah pipe to me with a smile leaning forward to reposition it on the coffee table.

“I don’t smoke.”

“Just try it man, how bad can one little hit be? Besides I gotta little weed mixed in with the flavored tobacco and you look like you need a hit of this shit, dawg.” I smirked at her accent and it look like she noticed but didn’t say anything.

“I look like I need to get high?”

“No, don’t get it twisted; you need to fucking lighten up and shit.” Kristy leaned in reclining next to me feeding the pipe to me while her arm rested on the back of the couch behind my head.

I took a long hit on the pipe to placate her, but took two more finding the strawberry flavor marijuana mixture, tasty. Kristy playfully snatched the pipe back as I noticed an open bag of weed on the coffee table along with a few newly rolled joints. I took another puff as she slipped the t-shirt off revealing her nude body.

“Keep puffing on that shit while I puff on this.” Her hand was already inside pajama bottoms I was wearing handling my lengthening member.

Kristy knelt on the couch in this exaggerated doggystyle position that left her full, heart shaped butt raised high in the air. She had this intense technique vacuuming sucking hard on my cock like she was sucking on a milkshake or something. Her head had these short, jerky bobbing movements that took some getting used to as I took a few more hits. Even though she was kind of rough, I found myself firing several ropes down her gullet. Kristy kept it up right through my first orgasm until I was rock hard again before she relented.

“Open your legs, like pull’em apart so that I can sit on this shit.” I did as she asked watching as that sweet looking ass planted itself in my lap. Keeping with her style, Kristy starting bouncing wildly in my lap, essentially impaling herself. I tossed the pipe aside reaching up to cup her small lemon sized boobs, rolling her nipples. This set her off as Kristy began rolling her hips in my lap gasping loudly as she covered my hands with her own. She got extremely wet arching her back forward putting her hands on her knees as I pumped up inside her cunt. I did my best with the limited space I had but she grew frustrated placing both palms flat on the coffee table pushing it over. Still impaled, Kristy managed to squat down planting her palms on the carpet in what became a crouching squat.

“Get this shit, big homie!”

I slammed up into her as hard as I could finding that she’d locked her joints to take the brunt of my thrusts. The motion ripples across her butt were visually exciting as my nails dug into her rounded hips. I just wanted to cum all over that ass again and this lazy woman knew exactly what I wanted in no uncertain terms, bouncing at the knees letting her butt slap loudly onto my cock. It became quickly apparent that she was fucking back as the intensity increased until I gasped yanking my cock outside her tunnel splashing my seed all over her luscious backside. Kristy held her squatting position letting me rub my spent member in the crack of her butt, eventually squeezing and pinching it as my erection returned with a vengeance.

“Damn baby; you getting sprung on the booty, huh?”

Kristy wasn’t looking directly at my face and I was glad because it made this peevish, nerdy grin against my will as I pulled her into my lap. We jostled into position awkwardly before she ended up laying on her belly an arm and shapely leg hanging off the edge of the couch cushions. I mounted her in the prone position driving my cock deep inside doing my best to bottom out. I loved the view of her generous derriere with my cock pistoning in and out of it. I spread her cheeks apart getting an even better view of my progress, ultimately lasting a little over ten minutes before blowing my load again. I loved the sight of her glazed cheeks using my hands to make them jiggle this time.

“Yeah, I like it just fine.” Kristy giggled in this sneaky manner as she glanced back surveying the mess I’d made.

“So, you gonna ask next time, or what?” Before I could answer, my phone started ringing in the bedroom. It was my wife’s ringtone making out current position awkward. I didn’t say another word leaving Kristy on the couch to answer the phone. Linda wanted to let me know that she was working late and wouldn’t be getting back before I went to work at three. I mumbled something as she apologized making a movie date on Friday night, before hanging up. Kristy was in the shower when I returned to the living room. I looked around tidying up as she appeared wrapped in a towel.

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Age is but a number. I have heard it said, but for me, it is life. My cousin Jean fits me like a glove, literally, despite being seven years older than I.

Our family were always regarded as the poor relations, the cousins from the countryside. They, by contrast, lived the good life. Her father was Comptroller of State Houses, and personal secretary to the President. Her mother was my mother’s eldest sister so we paid visits to their home fairly regularly, but only when my father was at home, from his job driving trains for the Railways.

Her siblings who were closer to me in age always had such good toys, better than I had ever seen, or could hope to have. I remember toy guns, and big toy cars. In those days she was a much bigger girl than me, such that there was almost nothing in common between myself and her. Or so one would think. If she liked anybody she could have picked any one of my sisters, whom I had in plenty. But for some reason I cannot tell you even now, she liked me and would often call me to her room. She always had some interesting books, in particular the Readers’ Digest magazines. At first I must only have looked at the adverts’ colourful pictures but at some point I must have started to read the stories. This love of reading impressed Jean so much that these visits to her room became quite regular when we were visiting my aunt.

I must tell you that my cousin was the most beautiful creature I had ever set eyes upon, even at eight or nine years of age; she would have been nearer sixteen. I do not remember much before that, but we must have formed a bond quite early on. She took after my aunt who had a roundish figure, big boobs, very white teeth when she smiled at you, and smooth, flawless café-au-lait complexion. I must have been a naughty boy even then to have noticed these things. My cousin was like her mother, not very tall for her age. Therefore she did not beat me by very much despite the difference in age.

When I joined high school at the age of fourteen, she was in her final year at university. So I was delighted to learn that the campus was within a walking distance from my school so I could visit her there. During the four years of my high school I saw her fairly regularly. After her studies she was employed by the same university and given housing not very different from what she had while a student. I visited these quarters too. It was here that our love, platonic so far, bloomed out into the carnal variety. It happened on this wise.

One evening during my fifth year of schooling when I had reached the ripe old age of nineteen, I was to be lead speaker during the school debate. I forget what the topic was but it gave us all quite a headache. I thought to myself, ‘Who could be so lucky as I am, that I have a scholarly cousin, who is not very far, and is my dearest friend?’ The resounding answer was, ‘Nobody!’ Now it so happened that only the headmaster had a house within the school grounds and his wife loved flowers; she had planted lots of them. So one day, when I planned to visit Jean, I plucked a few very pink blooms from the patch at the gate to that house. I looked at them as I walked along the road and thought to myself that the pink was so deep it was almost red. You probably know the proper name for that colour which I still do not know to this day. I had not a thought about how I must have looked in school uniform, and carrying this bunch of flowers.

When I knocked on Jean’s door, my hands were hidden behind my back. She opened, took one look at me and knew at once that I was up to something. Neither of us had any idea at that particular moment how far that ‘something’ was going to take us. I walked in at the door and turned my body towards her, keeping my hands hidden from her. As soon as she had closed the door, I flashed out the flowers and handed them to her. Her scream of pleasure must have been heard as far as the student block.

I had merely wanted to please my dear friend who just happened to be my cousin, but she grabbed me in a bear hug, swung me round in sheer ecstasy. Then she kissed me right on the cheek. Both of us were shocked. We stared at each other as if accusing the other of bilecik escort having crossed boundaries. But then she looked again at her flowers.

“Bob, where did you get such lovely flowers?” And her arm went around me once again.

“My secret!” I answered. After a nice cup of tea, which even in those days she flavoured with some spices, I lay my problem before her. I had never before stood before a crowd of people, much less tell them anything. The very idea filled my stomach with butterflies. But as the hour crept along I had a clearer idea of what to say. But how I was going to do it remained a source of great worry. As I left she hugged me again and kissed me. “I know you will be very good!”

I walked on a cushion of air on my way home. Not just because I had material for the debate, either! The feel of a woman’s body against mine was new, but how delicious! I wanted to run back for another hug. That night my cousin featured in my sexual fantasies for the first time ever! I had used other women, including my teachers, girls I met in the bus, or even maids in my private movies before this. I had mastered how to give myself thunderous orgasms with those movies playing in my head.

Somehow, my cousin brought me to a much greater height of pleasure than anyone else. I masturbated three or four times that night, so delicious was my cousin Jean. We had become so easy with each other over the years that I felt no reluctance to tell her of my experience with her in my mind when I next met her.

“How did the debate go?” she wanted to know.

“Oh, it was fabulous! Our house won the debate, the games and the academic points for the term. So we came out as Cock House. It was due to you that we won the debate.” Then I told her what happened to me the night after getting her advice, and many more nights after that.

She looked at me with mild shock; but behind it lay something like admiration. “Thank you for being brave enough to tell me that. You could have kept it a secret and I would never have guessed.” She then hugged me and lay her head on my shoulder. This made me feel so mature and responsible that I put my hands around her more tightly than ever I had done. We sat like that on her sofa for long moments, enjoying the closeness. From the blues, a thought crashed into my brain that I could feel her boobs against my arm. I moved our bodies so that I could rub them more.

“That is the most delicious hug I have ever enjoyed!” she murmured. You can have no idea how good that sounded. I had offered my cousin, seven years my senior, something that nobody had ever given her! Wow!

When we moved our mouths towards each other’s the kiss on the lips came very naturally. Both of us enjoyed the new feeling so much that we spoke to one another by tightening our embrace and moving our bodies more. I was astonished when I discovered I had a hard-on for my cousin. She, on her part, was breathing more heavily and moaning softly. It was with the greatest reluctance that we broke the hug. Both of us were panting.

That night the feelings coursing through my body during the hug were inspiration for fresh fantasies. I saw myself nursing on my cousin’s large boobs and making her feel so good that her little cousin was treating her like a grown woman. I shot fat wads of come onto my sheets from these visions. If she felt the same hunger of seeing me again as I was, she was going through major upheavals on her bed. I even tried to imagine what she did to herself to relieve the heat between her legs. When those words passed through my mind they caused another tectonic explosion from my loins.

No great imagination is required to know that the next time I was in my cousin’s cubicle it was explosive. She grabbed me at the same moment that I did. We went at it hammer and tongs until I pulled her boobs from the confines of her blouse. I was to discover that she did not keep her bra on when she came back from work. So I had unfettered access to them on opening the buttons. I sucked her nipples while she held my head as if she were suckling an infant. Meanwhile my hands were moving clumsily manisa escort over her back. When I think back now, she must also have been quite the novice at these matters, but we managed to excite each other to the point that I was fondling her thighs. She moaned quite loudly, enough to alarm me.

She parted them enabling me to explore further inland. I felt her hand struggling with my zipper. She must not have handled another one before for she did not seem to know quite what to do with it. I took one hand down there to help her and we had my school trousers down to my knees. She held my cock, but so tightly that I had to tell her to loosen her hold as it was causing some pain. After that she managed to stroke me very well until I was almost pouring out my nectar. I on my part, had overcome her panties and drawn them lower to leave her cunt open to my fingers. The wetness therein excited me more than I knew was possible. Again I escaped coming by only a whisker.

Then we both knew somehow that cunt and cock would do the most good with each other, than in our clumsy hands. I arranged her on her sofa and fumbled to get my cock in the right position. As soon as I felt the warm wetness of my very own cousin, I could not hold it in any more. I poured my offering right there on her outer lips before she had got anywhere. Neither of us knew at that point we had fallen short, but the sight of our genitals out in the open, and next to one another was such a wonderful sight that we fell into each other’s arms again. We lay glued to one another until my semen started drying on her thighs. We parted that first time after a most marvelous experience that would keep the other in our minds throughout the weekend.

By the end of my sixth year, I was madly in love with Jean. She was the first woman I had reached such a point with. We fucked nearly every week, so it remains a wonder to this day that I did not get her pregnant.

When we visited her parents’ home her father was not usually at home, as he was nearly always with the President. It was my aunt who was home, although she would be busy looking after their myriad businesses, particularly the grocery shop which she tended herself.

One Saturday, instead of Jean leading me by some time, we arrived together. Aunty asked where we had come from, and we almost gave ourselves away.

“From home,” blurted Jean. But almost immediately realised that that would mean we had been in her house, which in fact we had been since the previous evening. Her mother, or mine, or indeed any of our parents were not to discover these trysts of ours at her house. She amended, “His home, and I from my house.”

But that hesitation seemed to cause my aunt to think something was not quite right. She could not bring it out without delving into taboo subjects, so we were left with the suspicion that she had questions about our friendship; maybe it was not all it seemed.

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Jean swore that after school I would not tarmac looking for work; I must get a job as quickly as she did. Since the results of my examinations were to come out in March, and university entrance was in September, I would have nothing to do until that time. She pleaded with her father to speak with his friends to find me a job in the meantime. What my aunt thought about that is difficult for me to say here.

At any rate that was how I found myself facing the interview panel at the Central Bank. The lead interviewer only asked me how come I was so thin, if I had so many sisters. The following week I received word that I had been accepted as a temporary. Now it was possible for me to earn some money of my own. I had dreams of seeing Jean as my wife, driving a nice German car. She looked, in my daydreams, so beautiful, and smelt so nice! Our romance survived my stint at CBK, my university studies, until I was taken on as a management trainee at Commercial Bank of Africa. Jean had had a word with the Personnel Officer, G. K Gecau. At the interview I was asked if I knew anybody who worked at CBA. I could answer truthfully that I did not, as Gecau was not my acquaintance. mersin escort

By this time Jean’s experience had allowed her to take a better job with UNICEF, domiciled in the UNEP headquarters in Gigiri. On Fridays their offices closed at 2pm and she was usually home before very long. I went straight from work to her place where we had a very late lunch together, then spent the rest of the afternoon and evening in amorous games. I usually got home quite late in the evening.

Our parents still had not realised the extent of our love, beyond the teaching that they had got from Grandfather about always loving each other. They thought that Jean and I were merely practising what they had drilled into us as children. My and Jean’s mother had four sisters and one brother, my uncle the Hon. Patterson Regeru. It was well known that his daughter Margaret was very friendly with Ben, the son of their youngest sister. They went out with friends of theirs to drinking spots and the group were rumoured to be into drugs ever since the two cousins had been in high school.

There were friendships between others of our cousins but I am unable to put down on these pages whether love had blossomed in any of them.

“I had a dream,” Jean said to me one evening.

“About?” I asked absently unaware the bombshell that was about to drop.

“We, the family, aunts, uncles and cousins were at a wedding reception at Nairobi School.”

“Whose?”

“Two of our cousins.”

My head jerked up suddenly. I had been dreading that if something like that happened, our own union would be threatened, as the family elders could not countenance two incestuous unions; one would be one too many, in fact.

“Who?” If there was anyone more likely than ourselves, it would be Ben and Margaret.

“Ben.” My blood froze.

She looked at me fixedly. “What has scared you like that?”

“Don’t you realise what a threat a wedding like that would be in the real world? I don’t know how it could be allowed, but that would be the end of us.”

We sat there, she in my lap and my arms around her, feeling as if the end of the world had come for us. Neither of us could imagine a life without the other. It was only with great effort that we reminded ourselves it was only a dream.

I slowly, languidly stroked her generous boobs. She moaned and kissed me with a vigour that seemed to want to obliterate that dream from our universe. We heated up faster than we could remember doing. Presently I was turning her to sit astride me. I held my cock and strummed the lips of her very eager cunt a few times before slotting the helmet between them, dipping into her wetness, and rubbing her slit. I touched her large clit which I rapidly frigged until she squealed like an animal at the slaughter.

Without warning I shoved the cock as deep as it would go in one stroke. Then I became quite still, feeling her cunt muscles squeezing me, a harbinger of the spasms that would milk me after she had come. Holding her by the hips I moved her so that my cock entered and reversed out, then in it went and out again. She caught onto those movements and met me on the inward stroke. Her arms were tight about my body, but when she neared her climax they almost strangled me. Then she erupted like some dormant volcano. “Fill me with your fertile seed, my love!” she yelled. “Oooh, fuck, yes, like that…!”

These words incited me now to empty my pail into her. If I were trying to impregnate my delicious cousin, the lucky sperm would have to be very assertive while swimming upwards. We stilled our movements, while I responded to her milking action with a twitching of my cock in her channel.

It took me a whole week to shake off the horror of Jean’s dream. At times it would come back to me as if had truly happened and it would take a mighty effort to remind myself it had only been a dream. I wracked my brains to find a way of jumping over the family consent barrier, which I knew would be very hard to surmount. I went off in pursuit of a method and each time I returned to the same fork. There were only two alternatives: either announce that she was pregnant, which would result in a whiplash of reaction, with Bible verses thrown at us. I foresaw that very clearly. The other option was to relocate to another country altogether, start a new life away from anyone who had known us. Could we turn our back on parents and siblings? What about friends we have made in school and workplace? Neither option looked at all easy.

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